那时,我读小学一年级。一个雨雾蒙蒙的日子,我和邻居小兰背着书包,撑着绿伞,追逐着来到了我们的乐园——小河。小河碧悠悠的,河旁,那片草地绿茵茵的。我兴奋地在草地上奔跑着。“哎呀,你干吗要踩着它呀?”小兰忽然停下了脚步,低下了头,怜惜地说。“不就是一朵打碗花吗?”我看着被我踩倒在地,失去娇姿的淡红色的打碗花满不在乎地说。 At that time, I was in first grade. A foggy day, my little neighbor blue carrying bags, holding a green umbrella, chasing came to our paradise - Creek. Small blue riverside, riverside, green grass that piece. I am excited to run in the grass. “Oh, why do you have to steal it?” Xiaolan suddenly stopped, lowered her head and pityfully said. “Is not it a bowl of flowers?” I looked at my step down on the ground, the loss of Jiao Zi pink bowls filled with flowers said indifferently.