那是一个夏日的午后,蝉鸣荫浓,一碧如洗的天空中,朵朵白云开成花儿的模样,口渴的我,去超市买饮料。我走到货架前,正在左挑右选,突然,听见一个女孩的哭喊声。顺着声音,穿过通道,我找到了小女孩。她三四岁的样子,大大的眼睛,小巧的鼻子,尖尖的下巴,不停地用手抹着泪,喊着“妈妈” It was a summer afternoon, cicadas shade, a blue sky, blossoming clouds look like flowers, thirsty me, go to the supermarket to buy drinks. I walked to the front of the shelf and was picking the right and left. Suddenly, I heard a girl crying. Along the sound, through the channel, I found a little girl. Her three-year-old look, big eyes, small nose, pointed chin, kept wiping tears, shouting “mother”