It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled upon a wallet in the street. There was no identification inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1944
這是一個寒冷的日子，幾年前，當我偶然在街上的錢包。沒有鑒定的內部。短短三塊錢，一張皺巴巴的信，看起來好像它已經(jīng)進行了好幾年。
清晰可辨撕開信封上寄信人地址。我打開信一看，原來已經(jīng)寫在1944年。
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1944
這是一個寒冷的日子，幾年前，當我偶然在街上的錢包。沒有鑒定的內部。短短三塊錢，一張皺巴巴的信，看起來好像它已經(jīng)進行了好幾年。
清晰可辨撕開信封上寄信人地址。我打開信一看，原來已經(jīng)寫在1944年。