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那是一个夏日,我在溪边的树荫下乘凉,目光悠闲地游荡。忽然,我无意中瞥到溪边的草丛里有只小猫若隐若现。我凑过去一看,发现那只小猫看上去病恹恹的。我小心翼翼地抱起它,它可怜兮兮地望着我,我的心顿时融化了。那是一只流浪猫。看着它,我想起了自己儿时的留守生活。可即便在那时,我也有家,有亲人,处境比孤独无依的它好太多了。收留这只小猫的念头油然而生。可是,我妈妈曾多次表示过讨厌养小动
It was a summer day. I was enjoying the cool shade under the shade of the stream and wandering around leisurely. Suddenly, I inadvertently found a cat looming in the grass beside the stream. I took a look at it and found that the kitten looked sick. I carefully picked it up, looked at me pitifully, and my heart melted. It is a stray cat. Looking at it, I remember my childhood stay. Even at that time, I also had a family and relatives. I was in a much better position than I was alone. The idea of sheltering the kitten emerged. However, my mother has said many times that she hates raising small things.