从大哥进门的那一刻起,我的眼睛就没离开过他手里提的那只大提包。那个淡绿色的帆布提包沉极了,我咬着牙两手可着劲都提不动,我确信里面一定装了很多好吃的东西。等屋里没人了,我站在椅子上才够着了放在柜子上面的提包。可是我再着急也没用,提包的拉链头上锁着一把小黑锁。我又使劲地往开扯拉链,这个写着“上海”的提包就是跟我们家的那些旧提包不一样,我家的那些提包, From the moment my brother entered the door, my eyes did not leave the big handbag in his hand. That light green canvas bag sinking, I can not stop biting his teeth both hands, I am sure there must be a lot of delicious things. No one waiting for the house, I stood in the chair was enough on the cupboard above the bag. However, I worry and useless again, the zipper head bag locked a small black lock. I also tried to open the zipper, this is “Shanghai ” bag is different from those of our old bag, my family’s those bags,