一个星期天的上午,太阳早早地升起来了,小鸟也在窗外欢快地歌唱。我拿起一本书,坐在床上饶有兴味地看着。舅妈家的小弟弟在房间里独自玩耍。正当我看得津津有味的时候,突然,我的头被一样东西重重地砸了一下。我疼得“啊呀”一声叫了起来,心中的怒火“腾”地一下直往上蹿,心想: On a Sunday morning, the sun rose early, and the bird sang cheerful outside the window. I picked up a book and watched with interest in my bed. My aunt's little brother plays alone in the room. Just as I relish, suddenly, my head was smashed a lot of the same thing. My pain was “ah ah” was called out, the heart of anger “Teng” to look straight up, thinking: