A little girl X***u

那天的风有点凉。

我是在路边看到她的。一个小女孩，蹲在地上，肩膀微微缩着，像一只受惊却努力装作镇定的小动物。她的衣服有些旧，手套磨得发毛，眼镜滑到鼻梁下方。她低着头，眼睛却时不时警惕地看向四周。

我从包里拿出纸和笔，递给她。我说：“写下你的名字吧。” 她接过来，手有些冻红。她一笔一划地写着，很认真。仿佛那不是一个名字，而是她努力为自己保留的一点存在感。

• 我给了她一些力所能及的帮助。还有陪她走到警察局。

她有些害怕，但没有退缩。警察接手后，我把情况说明清楚，确认她能被妥善照顾。

分别的时候，她回头看了我一眼。那一眼里没有依赖，也没有请求，也许只是用她的方式表示感谢。

后来，那个警察给我发来消息，说她已经被安置，情况稳定，后续会有相关部门跟进。

• Some private information is hidden in the picture.

或许我们都无法拯救世界。

但在某一天，在某条街上，在某一个孩子最需要的时候，我们可以选择不转身离开。

愿这个星球，好人再多一点。

愿每一个孩子，都能被认真地看见。

The wind was cold the day I met her.

Her childhood had not been kind. She often felt alone — not because no one was around, but because no one was truly there for her.

I gave her a piece of paper and a pen. “Write your name,” I said.

She wrote slowly, carefully. In that moment, it felt like she was reclaiming something — proof that she mattered.

Tips：

• Because she knew my family didn’t have much.
• “You didn’t have breakfast? Aren’t you hungry?”
• “I am… but what can I do?
• If I had money, I’d already be at the bun shop or the burger place.”

• I helped as best I could, and stayed with her until we reached the police station.

Perhaps we cannot change the whole world. But sometimes, we can choose not to walk away.

May there be more kindness on this planet.

Thank you for watching and reading.