“哇……”一阵哭声从天而降,一个可爱的小男孩横空出世,他便是我的小表弟。表弟三四岁时,稚态可掬。每次吃饭时,他就一扭一扭地跑到饭桌前。舅妈把他抱上椅子,他拿起筷子,在碗上叮叮当当地敲着,嘴里还不知道叽里咕噜地“唱”些什么。每次见他这样,我就逗他说:“你是不是在演奏 “Wow ... ...” A cry of crying from heaven, a lovely little boy turned out to be his little cousin. Cousin three or four years old, childish can be 掬. He shuffled to the table every time he ate. Aunt took him to the chair, he picked up chopsticks, rattled in the bowl, his mouth still do not know what “singing” grumble. Every time I see him, I am teasing him: "You are not playing