哼着小曲,踏着自行车,尤如刚被释放的小鸟,我快活地在回家的路上飞驰着。路旁的秋景吸引着我,我放慢了脚步,啊,收割了,终于到了收割稻子的时候了,不知家里忙得如何了。不知不觉我已加快了踏车的速度,心早已飞向了那自家的金黄的稻穗。到家的时候正 With a little song and riding a bicycle, like a newly released bird, I was happily flying on my way home. The autumn scenery along the road attracted me. I slowed down, ah, harvested, and finally arrived at the time of harvesting rice. I do not know how busy the house was. Unconsciously, I have accelerated the pace of the treadmill and my heart has already flown to the golden rice of my own home. When we arrive home