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“别饿坏了那匹马!”这句话萦绕耳边已有好多年了。每当想起这句话,眼前就浮现出张大婶、根叔、委东和那匹瘦小的马。记得六岁那年夏天的傍晚,我背着大人到河边捉萤火虫,夏夜萤火虫往往布满河面。爷爷曾吓唬我说那是孤魂野鬼变的,然而我却从来没有因此而害怕过!忽然“扑通”一
“Do not starve the horse!” This sentence has been around for years. Whenever I remembered these words, my eyes appeared to Aunt Zhang, Uncle root, commissioned by the East and that thin horse. I remember that year-old six-year-old evening, I was carrying adults to the river to catch fireflies, summer fireflies are often covered with river. Grandpa had scared me to say that it was a ghost, but I have never been afraid of it! Suddenly “thump” a