一条弯弯曲曲的小路,从屋檐底下,从田坎,从地角,伸展开去。我们的小脚丫子,踏着松松软软的的泥地,在一片桃红柳绿中,轻轻松松,蹦蹦跳跳,打打闹闹。小路边、小河边、石缝里、田野里,星星点点的是淡黄色的蒲公英的小花儿,有的伸出了圆珠笔杆粗细的杆儿,上边顶着洁白的一个灯笼球。轻轻地摘一朵,噗嗤,放在小嘴的下边轻轻一吹,有的就轻轻地飘向了远方。要说此时的心情,就是怀里揣了个小兔子欣喜的感觉。 A winding road, from the bottom of the eaves, from the ridge, stretching from the corner to go. Our little feet, marching soft and soft mud, in a pink and red willow, easily, bouncing, slapstick. Small roadside, the river, the crevices, the fields, the little bits of light yellow dandelion flowers, and some stick out the thickness of the ballpoint pen pole, the top of a white lantern ball top. Gently pick a flower, Puchi, on the bottom of the mouth gently blow, and some drifted gently to the distance. To say the mood at this time, that is, hides in the arms of a rabbit feel happy.