天真闷,真热,人好像在蒸笼里一样,巴掌大的遮阳伞根本挡不住那喷火的烈日。“卖雪糕啦,卖雪糕啦。”我嘴里吆喝着,心里却在埋怨着:都怪朱老师,出什么洋相,非得布置这样的作业——帮家里做事。这不,妈妈非让我帮她卖雪糕,说她自己又卖馒头又卖雪糕,忙不过来。我只好照办。 Naive bored, really hot, people seem to be in the same steamer, slap big umbrella simply can not stop the flame of the hot sun. “Selling ice-cream friends, selling ice-cream friends.” My mouth is shouting, but in my heart is complaining: all blame Professor Zhu, out of what kind of appearance, have to arrange this homework - to help the family work. This is not, my mother let me help her sell ice cream, saying she sold bread and then sell ice cream, too busy. I have to do it.