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小时候,屋外大雪纷飞,屋内我倚着奶奶的腿,坐在火盆边烤火。奶奶告诉我,这雪是天上神仙的白糖,他们吃不完,才撒下来的。我趁奶奶不备,偷着到外边抓了一点雪放到嘴里,那雪冰凉冰凉的,冻得我说起话来都不利索。我哆哆嗦嗦地责怪奶奶骗人,雪一点也不甜。奶奶看着我的窘样,笑眯眯地又说,这是神仙的白糖,只有田里的麦子吃着才是甜的。我不知道为什么麦子吃雪就是甜的,而我不能,看着无声飘落的雪,我便羡慕起那些麦子,感觉它们真幸福,有那么多的白糖吃。
As a child, the snow outside the house, I rely on my grandmother’s legs inside the house, sitting in the brazier roasted fire. Grandma told me that this snow is a god of sugar in the sky, they can not eat, it is sprinkled. I am not ready to take advantage of my grandmother, steal to the outside caught a little snow into his mouth, then the snow cold and cold, cold I talk to no agile. I trembled to blame grandma lie, the snow is not sweet at all. Grandma looked at my embarrassed, smiled and said, this is the fairy sugar, only the wheat in the field is sweet. I do not know why the wheat is sweet to eat the snow, and I can not, watching the snow falling silent, I envy the wheat, I feel they are really happy, so much sugar to eat.