儿时,我躺在妈妈的臂弯里,是那么的幸福,是那么的温暖,是那么的舒服。稍大一点后,我们几个小女孩,又是那么淘气,那么顽皮,那么天真与可爱。我们总是比一比,谁是妈妈心中的宝贝,谁是掌上明珠,谁是白雪公主。我们总是争论不休。如今的我们,已不再有那种无邪的天真,我们变得成熟了,稳重了,我们有了自己的理想,有了自己的小秘密,成了有自己未来向往的女孩子。 Childhood, I lie in the arms of my mother, is so happy, so warm, so comfortable. After a little bigger, several of our little girls, are so naughty, so naughty, so naive and cute. We are always more than one, who is the mother of the baby, who is the pearl of the palm, who is Snow White. We always argue endlessly. Today, we are no longer innocent innocent, we have become mature, stable, we have our own ideals, with our own little secret, has become a girl who has its own future.