刚下过雨,空气中到处都弥漫着清新宜人的味道。运动场上彩旗飘扬,锣鼓喧天,同学们着装整齐亮丽,步伐矫健昂扬地分列在运动场的四周。突然,一道弧线从眼前划过,落到了我前面的鲜红色的跑道上,一动不动,好像是一只小小的青蛙!显然它被摔晕了,趴在地上好一会儿才缓过劲来,动了一下,我这才醒悟过来,原来它遭受孩子的虐待了!我赶紧跑过去想捉住它,把它抓到安全地带,可受了惊吓的小家伙,拼命蹦跳,怎么也抓不住它。这时,跑道上十几个运动员疾步跑来,我赶紧避让,可怜的小青蛙刹那间肝胆爆裂,丧生于足下。看着皮开肉绽的青蛙,悲愤、痛心涌上心头,我不禁想起了春日里那些自由捕捞小蝌蚪的孩子们,菜场里那些虐杀的田鸡,鸟儿的商贩们,我更想到了那些视生命如草芥,动辄红白刀 Just rained, the air filled with fresh and pleasant taste everywhere. Colorful flags flying on the playground, loud drums and gongs, students dress neat and bright, high-spirited pace in the playground around the points. Suddenly, an arc passed across from the front, falling onto the bright red runway in front of me, motionless, as if it were a little frog! Obviously it was dizzy, lying on the ground for a while It took me a moment to wake up, and I was tortured by my child. I ran quickly to try to catch it, and took it to safe places. Live it. At this time, a dozen athletes on the runway came running, I quickly hurriedly, poor little frog instant hepatobiliary burst, died in the foot. Looked at the flesh frogs, grief, sad heart, I can not help but think of those spring free fishing tadpole kids, those fields slaughtered frogs, birds of the traders, I even think of those as life mustard Red and white knife at every turn