熹微的晨光,是爱的信笺,写满温暖的思念。三宝贴墙站着,她心里那小小的悲伤将她淹没。这场架,明明是妹妹四宝的错,挨骂的却是自己。对于妈妈,三宝越来越不喜欢了。她只知道念叨:“三宝,带好妹妹。”“三宝,没盐了,去商店一趟……”夜晚到处黑黝黝的。三宝缩着头,刷——一道黑影跳过来。“妈呀——”三宝冲进屋 Xi dawn, love letterhead, filled with warm thoughts. Sambo wall standing, her heart that little sad drowning her. This frame, obviously, is the fault of sister Si Bao, scolded himself. For Mom, Sambo less and less like it. She only knows about: “Sambo, with a good sister. ” “Sambo, no salt, go to the store a trip ... ” night full of swarthy. Sambo shrinking his head, brush - a shadow jump over. “OMG - ” Sambo burst into the house