去年,爷爷养了一只狗。它全身黑漆漆的,我们叫它小黑。小黑可惹人喜爱了。它闻出我的气息,便摇着尾巴跑出来迎接我。我和它玩的时候,不小心触摸到它的鼻子。咦!怎么湿漉漉的?难道是不小心淋着雨,感冒了?我赶紧找出纸,在它的鼻子上使劲地擦。擦了好久,感觉还是湿的,这是怎么回事呢?接连几天,我总是不停地给小狗擦鼻子。 Last year, Grandpa raised a dog. It’s dark, we call it black. Black can be attractive. It smells my breath, then runs out of the tail and greets me. When I play with it, I accidentally touch it’s nose.怎! How wet? Is it accidentally drizzled, a cold? I quickly find the paper, rub hard on its nose. Rub for a long time, I feel still wet, how is this going on? A few days later, I always keep the dog wiping nose.