雨停了 ,天空放了晴。我领着四岁的小表妹走在田埂上。我们需小心翼翼地走 ,因为田埂粘而且滑。忽然表妹惊叫一声 :“我的布囊 !”刚还紧紧攥在她手里的红布囊 ,此时就如一只展翅的蝴蝶 ,轻盈下落 ,停在一片荆棘上。“布囊 !”表妹急得要哭。我安慰着她 ,俯身下去捡 ,哪够得着 The rain stopped and the sky was clear. I led a four-year-old cousin walking on the ridge. We need to be careful because Tadano sticks and slips. Suddenly cousin exclaimed: “My cloth!” Just clutched tightly in her hand red cloth sac, this time as a butterfly wings, light and whereabouts, stop in a thorn. “Cloth bag!” Cousin anxious to cry. I comfort her, leaned down to pick up, where enough for it