1月22日晴周日早上,我很早就起床了,推开门来到院子里准备刷牙,忽然发现一把光秃秃的扫把,全身乌黑乌黑的,一看就知道是被火烧的。我感到很奇怪,也有点儿吃惊,连忙把爸爸叫到院子里。他瞅了瞅扫把,阴沉着脸对我说:“是你烧坏的吧?”我急了,连忙否认:“不是我,不是我!”“不是你会是 On sunny Sunday morning, January 22, I got up very early and opened the door and came to the yard for brushing. I suddenly found a bare broom full of black and dark, and at first glance I knew it was burned. I feel very strange, but also a little surprised, quickly called my father to the yard. He glanced at the broom and said gloomyly to me: ”Is it yours?“ I was in a hurry, denying: ”Not me, not me!“ ”Not you would be