爱是糖,甜到忧伤。夏天的傍晚,总是闷热难耐,我们一家吃过晚饭后,我便收拾碗筷。六岁的妹妹跑到我身边,试图帮我。我把叠在最上面的几只碗递给了妹妹。她双手接了,五指并拢,紧紧地贴着碗,生怕碗从她的手里滑落。我只比妹妹大四岁,但我已经是家里的小助手。父亲做泥水匠不容易,他得爬到很高的地方,整天与砖、土 Love is sugar, sweet to sadness. Summer evening, always sultry, we had a dinner, I will clean up the dishes. Six-year-old sister ran to me, trying to help me. I gave my sister the few bowls I had on the top. Her hands picked up, fingers close together, close to the bowl, for fear that the bowl slipped from her hand. I am only four years older than my sister, but I am already a small helper at home. His father did not work as a muddy man, he had to climb to a very high place, all day long with bricks and earth