星期六早上,妈妈整理仓库,清理出一堆已经没用的杂物,准备将它们丢掉,以免占用空间。“看!这是你的米老鼠,你不要它了吧?”妈妈一边忙,一边对我说。我走过去一看,一只脏兮兮的米老鼠,安安静静地躺在一堆废弃的旧物中间。它穿着一件蓝色的吊带牛仔裤,上面已经布满了灰尘,纽扣也已经生了锈,它的白色T裇,因为在时光的河流里漂洗得太久,已经变成了米黄色。尽管如此,它仍然 Saturday morning, my mother tidies up the warehouse to clean up a bunch of used objects and prepare them for disposal so as not to take up space. “Look! This is your Mickey Mouse, do not you want it?” "Mommy said to me while busy. I walked over to see a dirty Mickey Mouse, lying quietly in the middle of a pile of old stuff. It was wearing a pair of blue suspenders, covered in dust and buttons, and rusty, its white T-shirt, which had become beige because it had been rinsed too long in the river of time. Still, it still