往事像一条小溪,汇进大海。在记忆的海洋里,有位小姑娘永远留在我记忆深处。那是一个下午,我放学回家,大风吹起,天空像一口黑锅一样罩了下来。妈妈赶着回家收衣服,就从兜里掏出五块钱,让我去市场买些青菜。我高兴地答应了,飞快地向菜市场跑去。可能是因为即将下雨的缘故,往日人山人海、热闹非凡的菜市场,今天却异常冷清。我问了几家的青菜,都是七毛钱一把,一分也不能便宜。正当我迟疑不定时,一个清脆的声音 Past events like a stream, remitted to the sea. In the memory of the sea, a little girl will always stay in my memory. It was an afternoon, I came home from school, the wind blowing, the sky covered like a black pot down. My mother rushed home to collect clothes, took out five dollars from his pocket, let me go to the market to buy some vegetables. I am happy to agree, ran quickly to the vegetable market. Probably because of the impending rainy weather, the crowds of past people and bustling markets are unusually deserted today. I asked a few vegetables, are a seven cents a dime can not be cheaper. Just when I hesitated, a crisp voice