小时候,我做事特别马虎,常常因为马虎干傻事。老爸老妈给我取了个“小马虎”的绰号。记得那是一天下午,我跟村里的一群“疯小子”玩,“疯”得不亦乐乎,直到晚上八点钟才回家。这时,我感觉嗓子眼儿都快冒烟了:渴!简直渴死人了!正当我口渴难忍时,忽然,奇迹出现了:茶几上有一小碗“黑米粥”正等我享用。哈,真是天助我也!我立马飞奔过去,端起它看也没看,就“咕咚咕咚”喝下了大半碗。正当我准备回味“黑米粥”的滋味时,却猛然感觉嘴里又苦又涩。我坚持不住,便急忙跑到院子里干呕起来。折腾了一阵子,也没吐出什 When I was a child, I was particularly sloppy at work, often because of sloppy stupid things. Mom and Dad took me a “pony tiger” nickname. I remember it was one afternoon, I was in the village with a group of “crazy boy” to play, “crazy” enjoyable, until 8 o’clock at night to go home. At this time, I feel throat smoke almost all the time: thirst! Simply thirsty dead! While I was thirsty, suddenly, miracles appeared: a small bowl on the coffee table “black rice porridge” is waiting for me Enjoy. Ha, really help me too! I flew in the past, put it did not look, on the “Gudong Gudong” drink most of the bowl. Just as I am going to recollect the taste of “black rice porridge”, I suddenly feel bitter and astringent in my mouth. I could not hold it, he hurried to the yard retching up. Toss for a while, nor spit it out