春寒料峭,清晨空气透着丝丝寒意,路上行人匆匆。一位年轻的妈妈手中抱着一个五六岁的小男孩。小男孩穿得鼓鼓囊囊,乌溜溜的眼睛不断地打量着一切。突然,他像是寻到了什么,挣脱了妈妈的手,蹒跚着走到路边,指着枯草中的一点绿意,回头对妈妈说:“妈妈,我发现草儿出来了。”妈妈笑了。 The spring is cold and chilly, the morning air is traced with chill, and the pedestrians are in a hurry. A young mother holds a five-year-old boy in his hands. The little boy wore a bulging bulge, and Wu Wu’s eyes constantly looked at everything. Suddenly, like what he had found, he broke free of his mother’s hand and squatted down to the side of the road, pointing to a little greenery in the hay. He turned to his mother and said, “Mom, I found the grass out.” Mom laughed. .