晴空万里,我们一家人怀着愉悦的心情去政和姑姑家玩。快到姑姑家时,我们看见一个大约三四岁,理了个蘑菇头的小女孩站在一个小区门口“哇哇”大哭,两行眼泪就像掉了线的珍珠“唰唰”往下落。于是我们走上前,妈妈蹲下身轻声地问:“你叫什么名字呀?家在哪里?”可是小女孩只顾一直哭。无奈之下,妈妈只好牵着她的手,到周围的店铺挨个问:“这是不是你的孩子?你们认识她吗?”遗憾的是没有人认识,这下我们有 Blue sky, our family with pleasure in politics and aunt to play. Arrival at my aunt’s house, we saw a little girl about three or four years old, treated a mushroom head standing in the door of a district “wow ” cry, two lines of tears like a pearl out of line “To fall. So when we stepped forward, my mother crouched softly and asked: ”What’s your name? Where’s the home?“ But the little girl kept crying. In desperation, the mother had to hold her hand, one by one to ask around the shop: ”This is not your child? Do you know her?" Unfortunately, no one knows, which we have