饭桌上,谁的眼泪在飞?不用说,又是咱们家的爱哭包——小妹妹。她长得眉清目秀,两根细细的小辫儿跟着她一蹦一蹦的,别提多可爱了。可是每到吃饭时,她那发达的泪腺就开始蠢蠢欲动,等待洪水决堤的那一刻,真是个不折不扣的“林妹妹”。今天,刚进婆婆家大门,就听到了妹妹嘤嘤的哭声。嗤啦,嗤啦,一张张餐巾纸无辜地牺牲了。我探头一瞧,嗬,面对着满桌的佳肴,妹妹皱着眉头,一手抓着饭碗,一手攥着餐巾纸不停地擦拭着眼泪。看到我们来了,妹妹立刻用带着哭腔 At the dinner table, whose tears are flying? Needless to say, it is our family's crying package - little sister. She looks very bright, with two thin braid followed her a jumped, not to mention more cute. However, every meal, her developed lacrimal gland began just around the corner, waiting for the moment of the flood burst, is a real letter, “Lin sister.” Today, just entering the grandma's door, I heard my sister crying. Laugh, laugh, a nap napkin innocently sacrificed. I look at the probe, 嗬, in the face of the table full of food, sister frowned, one hand clutching his rice bowl, one hand clutching the napkin kept wiping tears. See us here, my sister immediately with a tearful