一个夏日的傍晚,我沿着南郊公园的曲径悠闲地散步,一只蝴蝶从我的身边飞过,落在了前面一颗山茶树上。一位小男孩欢笑着蹿到我的前面,想要捉住那只美丽的蝴蝶。不料,他脚底一滑,摔了一跤。我连忙将他扶起,把孩子交给他的母亲。那位年轻的母亲向我道了声谢后,对孩子进行了一番“全方位”的检查。当发现孩子膝盖处擦破了点皮,渗出了星星点点的“红色液体”时,顿时紧张得不得了:“走,快点回去看医生。”这位母亲拽着孩子的手,急匆匆地走了。目送这对母子的离去,我在心里想:这点 One summer evening, I took a leisurely walk along the winding trails in the southern suburbs of the park. A butterfly flew over me and fell on the front of a camellia tree. A little boy laughed to my front and wanted to catch the beautiful butterfly. Unexpectedly, he slipped his foot and fell. I promptly lifted him up and handed the child to his mother. The young mother made an “all-round” inspection of her son after she had offered me a word of thanks. When it was found that the child’s knee was rubbing the scalp and oozing the dotted “red liquid”, he was extremely nervous: “Go and hurry back to see a doctor.” The mother grabbed the child’s hand and hurriedly gone. Watching this mother and child leave, I was thinking: this point