那是我上三年级的时候,当时正是樱桃收获的季节,我们家承包的樱桃长势很好,十分惹人喜爱。一天下午,爸爸给我准备了一篮子樱桃,让我第二天上街去卖。我当然不情愿,但爸爸坚决让我去,我只好勉强答应。爸爸说:“这呀,是让你体验一下挣钱的滋味。”第二天早上,我提着篮子拿着秤,往工务段家属楼附近走去,因为人们都在那儿卖水果和蔬菜。我低头往前走,心里不住地祈求:千万不要见到认识的人。大约走了十多分钟就来到了工务段。走进市场,哇,人真多,讨价还价声不绝于耳。我一看,还好,没有熟悉的面 That was when I was in the third grade, when it was the cherry harvest season. The cherries under our contract grew very well and were very lovable. One afternoon, my father prepared a basket of cherries for me to take to the streets the next day to sell. Of course I do not want to, but my father decided to let me go, I had barely promised. Dad said, “This is to make you experience the taste of making money.” The next morning, I took the basket and took the scales and walked to the pavilion near the work section because people were selling fruits and vegetables there. I bowed forward, prayed constantly: do not meet people you know. About a dozen minutes walked to the public works section. Into the market, wow, many people, bargaining endless. I saw, but fortunately, there is no familiar face