论文部分内容阅读
那时我13岁,正是疯玩的年纪。有一天,我骑着辆没有刹车的破自行车在公路上“飙”。到一个下坡时,前方空中突然出现了一群蜜蜂。我往路边一瞥,才看到有几个蜂箱——想停,已经不可能!情急之下,我闭起眼睛。小生灵们硬生生撞到脸上,我只觉得一阵阵刺痛。事后,在诊所里,医生在我的额头上挑出三根带血的刺。他笑着责怪我:“你呀,真莽撞!你要了它们的命!”此后好长一段时间,我的脸肿得放光。我也懂得了:越
At that time I was 13 years old, it is crazy play age. One day, I ride a bicycle without a brake on the road “soared”. To a downhill, a group of bees suddenly appeared in the sky ahead. I glanced to the side of the road, only to see a few beehives - to stop, impossible! In desperation, I closed my eyes. Small creatures hit their faces abruptly, I only felt tingling. Later, at the clinic, the doctor picked three bloody pricks on my forehead. He laughed and blamed me with a smile: “You’re so reckless! You got their life!” "After a long time, my face swollen. I also understand: the more