一天下午放学后,我如往常一样,踏着泥泞的小路,哼着歌儿蹦蹦跳跳地往家奔去。不知是刚下过雨,还是天快黑了,往常这条行人来来往往的小路冷冷清清的,连个人影也没有,只有池塘里青蛙的“呱呱”叫声。两旁那密密麻麻的树木失去了昔日的光彩,说实话,它们真像一群妖怪。我开始害怕起来,边走边警惕地望望道路两旁,歌声停止了,只听到“怦怦”的心跳声,连步子也加快了许多。 One afternoon after school, I, as usual, marching along the muddy path, humming songs to run home to bounce. I do not know just after the rain, or getting dark, and often the path of pedestrians coming and going between the deserted, not even a personal shadow, only the frog in the pond “quack” cry. The dense trees on both sides lost their former glory, to be honest, they really like a group of monsters. I began to get scared, watching the road with vigilance as I walked around and stopped singing. I only heard the heartbeat of the grub and even the pace of my heart accelerated.