“爸爸!你看,快来看!’蹲在河滩上捡着不知派什么用的圆形方形小石头的儿子,转过脸来叫着。好久没见到的晴朗天气,一个星期天的过午时分。顺着儿子食指所指的方向看去,杂草剑形的草尖上,停着一只淡绿色的昆虫,原来是只蚂蚱,它的背上还有一只五分之一大小的小蚂蚱。”驮的是它孩子吧?叫什么名儿?“也许是初次见到,儿子的眼睛里放着光。”不知道正式的名字叫啥,爸爸小时候管它叫‘驮蚂蚱’。“这么说着,他在儿子身边蹲了下来。驮蚂蚱在细细的叶子尖 ”Father! Look, come see!“ Squatting on the riverbank, picking up the son of a round square stone I do not know what to send, turned and shouted.Long time did not see the sunny weather, a Sunday over At noon, looking down the direction of his son’s forefinger, a light green insect was parked on the weakened sword-shaped grass, turned out to be a grasshopper with a one-fifth size on its back Little grasshopper. ”“ Is it a child? What’s the name? ”“ Maybe for the first time, my son’s eyes are in the light. ”Do not know what the official name is. ’Pack grasshopper’. "So saying, he squatted down beside his son.pack grasshopper in the thin leaf tip