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去年金秋的一个星期天,天气晴朗,阳光和煦,外公带着我去农田秋收,我悠闲地坐在他的自行车后面,一路欣赏着秋天的美景。阵阵风儿迎面拂来,把金灿灿的稻子吹得左右摆动,那一望无边的稻田仿佛成了金色的海洋。在黑油油的新公路上,自行车跑得飞快。忽然,我发现公路上整齐地画着几道粗粗的白线,我好奇地问外公:“为什么要在路上画这些白线?它们有什么作用吗?”外公笑着说:“这叫斑马线,为了安全,过马路时必须走在上面。”
One sunny autumn last year, the weather was sunny and the sunshine was warm. My grandfather took me to the harvest in the farmland. I sat idly behind his bicycle and admired the autumn scenery. The bursts of wind fluttered in the face and the golden rice paddles were swung around, and the boundless paddy field seemed to have become a golden sea. On the new black road, the bike runs fast. Suddenly, I found some neat white lines drawn on the road, and I curiously asked my grandfather: “Why do you draw these white lines on the road? What is the role they play?” “My grandfather said with a smile: This is a zebra crossing, which must be walked across the street for safety. ”