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隆冬季节,寒风凛冽。星期日上午,我去接学舞蹈的女儿回家。女儿换好衣服,坐在自行车横梁上,掏出一个泡泡糖吃起来。骑上车走出不远,低头一看,女儿手里还捏着那个泡泡糖纸,我就说:“天多冷,快把糖纸扔了!”女儿却说:“俺不,我要找一个垃圾箱再扔。”可是不巧。走了很长一段路还不见垃圾箱。女儿手里还小心翼翼地捏着那片纸,小手冻得通红。这时我真想呵斥她几句,让她把那张可恶的纸扔了,但我最终没有那样做。我忽
Winter season, cold and windy. Sunday morning, I went to pick up the daughter of the dance home. Daughter changed clothes, sitting on the bicycle beam, pulled out a bubble gum to eat. Riding the car came out not far, looked down, daughter still holding the bubble gum paper in his hand, I said: “days cold, throw the candy!” Daughter said: “I do not, I want to find a trash Throw again. ”But unfortunately. I have not seen the trash can for a long time. Daughter also carefully holding the piece of paper in his hand, his hands flushed red. At this moment, I really want to scold her a few words, let her throw the damn paper, but I did not do that. I suddenly