一件小事（鲁迅）

我wǒ从cóng乡下xiāng xia跑pǎo到dào京jīng城chéng六lìu年nián，有yǒu一yī件jiàn小xiǎo事shì使shǐ我wǒ不bù能néng忘记wàng jì。

Six years in the capital and one small incident stays with me.

冬天dōng tiān早上zǎo shang，车chē夫fū拉lā着zhuó我wǒ赶gǎn路lù，一yī个gè老lǎo女人nǚ rén突然tū rán横hèng过来guò lái倒dào在zài车chē前qián。

A cold winter morning — my rickshaw puller hurrying, an old woman stumbled under the shafts.

车chē夫fū放下fàng xià车chē跑pǎo过去guò qù扶fú她tā，问wèn她tā怎么zěn me摔shuāi的de。老lǎo女人nǚ rén说shuō是shì车chē夫fū撞zhuàng的de。我wǒ说shuō：走zǒu你nǐ的de吧ba，没有méi yǒu人rén看见kàn jiàn，也yě没有méi yǒu人rén受伤shòu shāng。

He set down the shafts and helped her up; I said: go on, no one saw, no one's hurt.

车chē夫fū还是hái shi扶fú着zhuó老lǎo女人nǚ rén去qù了liǎo巡xún警jǐng分fēn驻zhù所suǒ。车chē夫fū的de背bèi影yǐng越yuè走zǒu越yuè大dà，把bǎ我wǒ小xiǎo我wǒ压yā得děi看kān不见bù jiàn了liǎo。

He walked her to the police post — his back grew larger as it went, dwarfing me.