我离城去乡下舅舅家,在稻花飘香的田野上一路欢唱着、蹦跳着,采摘着各种鲜艳的花朵。舅舅迎我来了,看见我手中满把的花儿,笑着问:“你喜欢花,能说出它们的名字吗?”舅舅又指着稻田说:“你看看,这里有几种花?”“嗬!这还能难住我?”我望着田埂四周数着:“野玫瑰!月月红!白刺花!”我满以为全对,不料舅舅却摇摇头。我重数了一遍,还是那三种。 I left the city to go to my uncle’s house in the countryside, singing and bouncing all the way in the fragrant fields of rice and flowers, picking all kinds of bright flowers. My uncle invited me to see the flower full of my hands, smiled and asked: “You like to spend, can say their name?” “Uncle and pointing to the rice fields, said: ” Look, there is Several kinds of flowers? “” 嗬! This can stubbornly? “” I looked at Tian 数 around a few: “Wild Rose! Moonlight red! White thorns!” I thought it was all right, But shook his head. I repeat it, or those three.