一天，我放了学，就像一首儿歌中唱道的那样：“我在马路边捡到一分钱……”不，那是一个钱包，鼓鼓囊囊的，好像里面不止一分钱。我忐忑不安地把它放在了书包里，站在马路沿儿上东张西望，心里想着：把它交给谁呢？警察叔叔？警察叔叔会怎么想呢……不，还是拿回家吧，爸爸妈 One day, I left school, like a song sung in a song like that: “I picked up a penny by the side of a road ...” No, it was a purse, bulging, as if there was more than a penny in it. I uneasy put it in the bag, standing on the road along the child looking around, thinking: to whom it? Police uncle? What will the police uncle think? No, let’s go home, Mom and Dad