街心花园里,刚洒过水,地面湿漉漉的。花丛、草坪,红一片、黄一片、绿一片,色彩鲜艳浓丽。我幻想着:牵着一只狗熊,不慌不忙地走,游人都惊恐地躲闪着,趴在灌木丛后面,好奇而又羡慕地看着我。“嘿!裤子开喽!”正在浇花的瘦老头笑眯眯地说。他手里拿着皮管子,就像握着一挺机关枪。我连头也不低,知道他在挖苦我,于是冲着他大喊道:“祝您福如东海, Street heart garden, just spilled water, the ground wet. Flowers, lawns, red, yellow, green, colorful and bright. I fantasized: holding a bear, walking without hesitation, tourists dodge in horror, lying behind the bush, curious and envious of me. ”Hey! Pants open myself! “ The thin old man is watering flower said with a smile. He had a leather tube in his hand as if holding a machine gun. I do not even low, knowing he was digging me, then shouted at him: ”I wish you blessing, such as the East China Sea,