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我们家的房子位于巴尔的摩市,就在约翰斯·霍普金斯医院门诊部的正门街对面。我和家人住楼下,楼上的房间租给那些来诊所看病的非本市病人。一个夏日的晚上,我正烹制晚餐时,忽然听见一声敲门声。我打开门,见到一个长相实在看不下去的老人。盯着他那弯着腰而枯萎的身体我心想:“不是吧,他还没有我八岁的孩子高呢。”但吓到人的是他的脸——因浮肿而不对称,红红的,皮肉可见。不过他的声音却很耐听,他说道:“晚上好,我想问一下你这
Our home’s house is located in the city of Baltimore, directly across from the main entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital Clinic. My family and I live downstairs and the upstairs room is rented to non-city patients who come to the clinic for medical treatment. On a summer evening, when I was cooking dinner, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw an old man who could not look beyond. Staring at his body bent and withering, I thought to myself: ”No, he is not as tall as my eight-year-old yet.“ But it was his face who scared people - unsymmetrical because of edema, Red, flesh visible. However, his voice is very Naiting, he said: ”Good evening, I want to ask you this