一个夏日,我在一棵大树下乘凉,微风轻轻地飘了过来,好清爽。突然,一本书从树上掉下来,砸中我的头。我火冒三丈,大骂:“是哪个杀千刀的,敢和本少爷动刀动枪,不想活了吧!”见老半天仍无人应声,我便把目光聚到那本书上。我打开这本书,里面什么字也没有,只 One summer, I breezed under a big tree, the breeze gently drifted over, so refreshing. Suddenly, a book fell from the tree and hit my head. I furious, cursed: “Which kill a thousand knives, and dare to move with this young master, do not want to live!” "See the old half-day still no one should, I will focus on the book. I opened the book, there is nothing in it, only