记忆中,我的童年满是些红红绿绿的色彩。不知从什么时候起,每逢晴天的傍晚,爸爸便会带我和姐姐信步到河边。踏着一条条田埂,看着一片片麦苗,听着那远远近近、高高低低的蛙声,数着那品种繁多的野花,就这样步入我们自己的乐园。 爸爸最喜欢的是河岸边一棵歪脖子老树。老树有着又黑又硬的皮,看起来仿佛是饱经沧桑风烛残年的老人, In my memory, my childhood is full of red, green and green colors. I do not know when, on a sunny evening, Dad will take me and my sister to the river. Stepping on a field, looking at a piece of wheat seedlings, listening to the frogs that are far and near, high and low, counting the variety of wild flowers, and thus entered our own paradise. My father’s favorite is a old tree with a neck and a neck on the bank of the river. The old tree has a black, hard skin, and it looks like it is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life.