读小学三年级时,学校组织了一次去红军山的旅游。名额有限,去的人不多,我有幸加入其中。清晨,我踏在沾满露水的草地上,枝头的小鸟仿佛在夸我起得早。我终于可以去瞻仰那些红军烈士了,背着小背包的我兴高采烈地蹦着,跳着。“哎呀!”我和老爷爷撞了个满怀。笑容顿时凝固在脸上。十分窘迫的我满脸通红,立刻向老爷爷道歉:“对不起!对不起……”我内疚地将老爷爷扶了起来。他拍了拍身上的尘土,对我笑着说“没事”。然后又蹲下了身,不再理我。他正在看地里那一大簇枝叶,有些泛黄,病焉焉的,上面除了些叶子,什么也没有。“有什么好看的!”我心里想着。 The third grade primary school, the school organized a trip to the Red Army Hill. Limited places, not many people, I have the honor to join. Early in the morning, I stepped on the dewy grass, the branches of the birds seem to praise me earlier. I finally can pay tribute to those Red Army martyrs, carrying a small backpack I jumped happily, jumping. “Oh!” I hit my grandfather full of. Smile suddenly solidified in the face. I am very embarrassed face flushed, and immediately apologize to the grandfather: “I’m sorry! I’m sorry ... ” I guilty of the grandfather helped. He patted the dust on his body and smiled at me saying “nothing.” And then squat body, no longer care about me. He was looking at the large cluster of branches and leaves, some yellowing and sickly, with nothing but leaves on it. “What good looking!” I thought.