Xiaoyu lost her red scarf on the train. She noticed only when the doors closed and the wind touched her neck. The station office smelled of paper and coffee, and an old clerk named Mr. Feng listened to her story without hurrying. “Describe it,” he said, opening a large book.
小雨把红围巾丢在了火车上。直到车门关上、风碰到她的脖子，她才发觉。车站办公室里有纸和咖啡的气味，一位姓冯的老管理员不慌不忙地听她讲完。“描述一下。”他说着，翻开一本厚册子。
While he searched the shelves, Xiaoyu noticed a sketchbook on the counter. It had no name, only a drawing of Platform Four at dusk. Inside were trains, pigeons, and a cleaner's cart, all captured in quick, confident lines. She turned the pages carefully. “Someone lost this too,” she said.
他翻找架子的时候，小雨注意到柜台上有一本画册。上面没有名字，只画着黄昏时的四号站台。里面是火车、鸽子和一辆清洁车，全用迅速而自信的线条画成。她小心地翻着。“这个也有人丢了吧。”她说。
Mr. Feng nodded. “Three weeks ago. No name inside.” A boy in a school cap overheard them. “That's mine,” he said quickly. “I draw trains.” Xiaoyu asked him what was on the last page. He guessed a locomotive. But the last page showed the station cat asleep in a bucket.
冯管理员点点头。“三个星期前交来的。里面没有名字。”一个戴校帽的男孩听见了。“那是我的，”他赶紧说，“我画火车。”小雨问他最后一页画的是什么。他猜是一辆火车头。可最后一页画的，是车站的猫睡在一只水桶里。
The boy shrugged and walked away. Mr. Feng sighed. “People claim things they want, not things they know.” Xiaoyu studied the drawings again. One showed a woman sweeping the platform at dawn, her shadow long and blue. On the next page, the same woman was drinking tea beside a window.
男孩耸耸肩，走开了。冯管理员叹了口气。“人们认领的是自己想要的东西，不是自己了解的东西。”小雨又仔细看那些画。其中一幅画着一个女人在黎明时扫站台，影子又长又蓝。下一页，同一个女人正坐在窗边喝茶。
“The cleaner,” Xiaoyu said. They found her on Platform Two, resting beside a cart. Her name was Auntie Mei. When Mr. Feng showed her the book, she wiped her hands on her apron before taking it. “I thought it was gone,” she said quietly.
“是那位清洁工。”小雨说。他们在二号站台找到了她，她正坐在清洁车旁休息。她叫梅阿姨。冯管理员把画册递给她时，她先在围裙上擦了擦手才接过去。“我以为它丢了。”她轻声说。
She opened to the drawing of herself and laughed. Then she reached under the cart and pulled out a red scarf. “This came in yesterday,” she said. “I was going to put it on the board.” Xiaoyu wrapped it around her neck. Outside, her train was announced, and she ran, warm in more ways than one.
她翻到自己那一页，笑了起来。然后她伸手到清洁车下面，拉出一条红围巾。“这是昨天交来的，”她说，“我正准备挂到失物牌上去。”小雨把围巾围在脖子上。外面广播说她的火车到了，她跑了起来，暖和的不仅是脖子。