犹记得家乡的田野辽阔而苍翠,山间、屋后、场间,一棵棵小树,嫩嫩的树芽,顶着一片片淡青的叶儿,在微风中摇曳着,就像家乡调皮的小姑娘。童年的我,常常会攀上那嫩油油的树枝,轻轻的摇,慢慢的荡,让一颗童心飞扬,让一份梦境幻现,欢乐因此加倍,童年因此绚烂。 I still remember the vastness and greenness of my hometown, the mountains, the back of the house, and the field, a small tree, tender and tender tree buds, and a piece of pale blue leaves, swaying in the breeze, just like hometown naughty. Little girl. In my childhood, I often climbed on the tender oil tree branch, gently shake, slowly swing, so that a childlike innocence, let a dream illusion, happiness is thus doubled, childhood so gorgeous.