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如果我只是一只小狗，而不是你的小孩，亲爱的妈妈，当我想吃你的盘里的东西时，你要向我说“不”么？
你要赶开我，对我说道“滚开，你这淘气的小狗”么？
那么，走吧，妈妈，走吧！当你叫唤我的时候，我就永不到你那里去，也永不要你再喂我吃东西了。
如果我只是一只绿色的小鹦鹉，而不是你的小孩，亲爱的妈妈，你要把我紧紧地锁住，怕我飞走么？
你要对我指指点点地说道“怎样的一个不知感恩的贱鸟呀！整日整夜地尽在咬它的链子”么？
那么，走吧，妈妈，走吧！我要跑到树林里去；我就永不再让你将我抱在你的臂里了。
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!”
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road,crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!”
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school.
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging the ground.
He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet.
I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with nobody to stop me from digging.
Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed,
I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and down.
The lane is dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands like a giant with one red eye in its head.
The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side, and never once goes to bed in his life.
I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night,chasing the shadows with my lantern.