那是几年前的一个夜晚,还是学前班的我,正推着爸爸运货的小车玩呢!“哎呀!”我突然叫了一声。我发现左手小手指上划了条缝,罪魁祸首便是身旁的一块木板。我高高地举起小手指,细细“欣赏”了一番,却还不知发生了什么,我一蹦一跳地去厨房找妈妈。“妈妈!妈妈!你快看!”还没到厨房,我已经将受伤的小手高举起来。妈妈转头 It was a night a few years ago, or pre-kindergarten, is driving my father’s goods car play it! “Oh!” I suddenly called out. I found the left hand little finger streaked, the culprit is beside a piece of wood. I lifted my little finger high, thin “appreciate” a lot, but still do not know what happened, I jumped to the kitchen to find a mother. “Mom! Mom! You look!” "Not yet to the kitchen, I have to lift the wounded hand up. Mom turned around