六七岁的时候,我喜欢透过奶奶家围墙大大小小的缝隙,看外面的风景。奶奶家在乡下,那里的墙都是用砖砌成的,上面坑坑洼洼,沟沟坎坎的。这个午后,知了不知疲倦地叫着。大人们已经睡熟了,这安静似乎给了我无限的勇气,我悄悄地爬上了院后的那堵墙,可是脚下一空,踩掉了一块砖头,我“扑通”一声摔了下来。可是,你猜我看到了什么?我看到一条潺潺流动的小溪,在阳光下,金光闪闪,她闪烁着,跳跃着;我看到了那滑滑的鱼 At the age of six or seven, I like to see the scenery outside through the large and small crevices of my grandmother’s wall. Grandmother home in the country, where the walls are made of brick, above the potholes, gully Canyon. This afternoon, I know tirelessly cried. The grown-ups were asleep, and this quiet seemed to have given me immense courage. I climbed quietly to the wall behind the courtyard, but at the foot of the bed, I stepped out of a brick, and I fell off . But guess what I saw? I saw a gurgling stream, in the sunshine, glittering, she was flashing, jumping; I saw the slippery fish