田野里的小小孩我有时会自己去姥姥家,去姥姥家的路上会有一大片田野,那片田野就在我们村和姥姥村的中间。远远看过去,那些高高的玉米秸,成片成片的、层层叠叠的绿色简直就是一大片森林。每次去姥姥家我都觉得我就是那个童话故事里的小红帽。我经常挎着一个篮子,篮子里装的可不是糕点,而是妈妈新蒸的包子或者窝窝头,有时候也可能是黄瓤的 Little children in the fields I sometimes went to my grandma’s house and there was a large field on the way to my grandmother’s home. The field was in the middle of our village and my grandmother’s village. Viewed from afar, those tall corn stalks, into pieces into pieces, layers of green is simply a large forest. Every time I go to my grandmother’s house, I think I am the Little Red Riding Hood in that fairy tale. I often leave a basket, the basket is not a pastry, but her mother steamed buns or buns, sometimes it may be yellow