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一个星期天，一个老太太看见一个小男孩肩上扛着鱼竿，手里提着一罐蝌蚪穿过公园。 “小男孩，”她说，“你知道不知道，你不应该在星期日去钓鱼吗？” “我不是去钓鱼，夫人，”他说，“我要回家。” An old lady saw a little boy with a fishing-rod over his shoulder and a jar of tadpoles in his hand walking through the park one Sunday. "Little boy," she called, "don't you know you shouldn't go fishing on a Sunday?" "I'm not going fishing, ma'am," he called back, "I'm going home." |
