三年前的一天,哥哥带我来到一片辽阔的草地上。风筝在蓝天上飞翔。我们躺在草地上。我问哥哥:“天上那软绵绵的云是什么味道的?”哥哥回答“:应该没有味道吧。”我把头转向哥哥说:“我认为是甜的。只要哥哥在我身边,我觉得什么都是甜的。”哥哥的嘴角轻轻上扬。他拍了拍我的头。那天晚饭过后,爸爸妈妈又吵起架了。我看见站在一旁的哥哥咬着嘴唇,眼里满是悲伤。看着哥哥,我的泪水像断了线的珠子,涌 Three years ago, my brother took me to a vast meadow. Kite flying in the sky. We lie on the grass. I asked my brother, “What is the taste of the cloud in the sky?” “My brother answered”: It should be tasteless. “I turned my head to my brother and said:” I think it’s sweet. As long as my brother is with me, I think everything is sweet. "Brother’s mouth gently up. He patted my head. Father and mother quarreled again after dinner that day. I saw my brother standing on his side biting his lip, his eyes full of sadness. Looked at my brother, my tears like a broken string of beads, Chung