一天中午,我漫步在一个有斜坡的草坪上,闭眼躺着,享受晚春的清风和煦。忽然一阵刺耳的声音传来,我睁开眼睛,循声望去,发现一个大约七八岁的小男生,正孤零零地独自在桥下喃喃地玩耍。他手拿着树枝,在水泥地上边跑边划,好像树枝上有个小轮子在转动似的。 At noon of the day, I wandered on a sloping lawn with my eyes closed and enjoyed the breeze and hustle of the late spring. Suddenly a harsh voice came in. I opened my eyes and passed my reputation. I discovered that a boy about seven or eight years old was alone and murmured under the bridge. He was holding a branch in his hand and ran across the concrete floor as if there were a small wheel on the branch.