那年,我只有四岁。一个风和日丽的双休日,父亲带我去天一广场玩。到了广场,耳边传来熟悉的歌声:“小燕子,穿花衣,年年春天来这里……”我牵着父亲的手,和父亲一起随着歌声走了过去。哇!好多人啊!那些人高马大的人把路堵了个水泄不通,我踮起脚尖,伸着脖子,但还是一点儿也看不到。唉!这里看不到, That year, I was only four years old. A windy sunny weekend, my father took me to Tianyi Square to play. To the square, came the familiar song: “Swallow, wearing a floral dress, come here every spring ... ” I took my father’s hand, and my father went along with the song. Wow! A lot of people! Those who are overcrowded have troubled the road. I tiptoe and stretch my neck, but I can not see it at all. Alas! Can not see here