晚饭前,儿子一直在玩着气球。他把气球吹得很大很大,然后松开捏着气球嘴的手,将气球使劲抛向空中。“扑哧”一声,气球在他的面前划出一道弧线,瞬间便跌落在地面。周而复始,乐此不疲。过了一会儿,突然很安静,见他一直盯着气球发呆,我好奇地走过去。他见我,忙指着鼓鼓的气球“颈部”问我:“爸爸,你仔细看,现在这儿有几个小点?”我眯着眼瞧了瞧,发现气球上被他用蓝水笔点了几个点。“有三个点,一个大,两个小,对不对?” Son had been playing with balloons before dinner. He blows the balloon a lot, and then loosens the hand holding the balloon’s mouth and throws the balloon into the air. “Puchi ” soon, the balloon in front of him draw an arc, instantly fell to the ground. Cycle, never bored. Suddenly quiet after a while, I saw him staring at the balloon in a daze, I walked curiously. He met me, busy pointing to the bulging balloon “neck ” asked me: “Dad, you look closely, there are a few small dots here? ” I squinted and saw the balloon was him Point with a few points blue water pen. “There are three points, one big, two small, right? ”