“一闪一闪亮晶晶,满天都是小星星”。每当熟悉的歌谣在耳畔响起,一阵阵回忆又禁不住浮上我的心头。小时候,妈妈总是给我播放一些童谣。久而久之,我厌倦了那带着枯燥循环的歌,死皮赖脸地缠着妈妈给我唱童谣。妈妈一边安慰着我,一边轻声唱起了《小星星》。我满怀期待地听着。那声音,就像漫漫长夜中那皎洁的月光,是那么温柔,那么慈爱。我总会在这美好中睡着。迷迷糊糊中,我仿佛觉得有一双手将我抱起,耳边仍回荡着母亲的 “Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are”. Whenever the familiar songs sounded in the ears, bursts of memories could not help but float in my heart. When I was young, my mother always showed me some nursery rhymes. Over time, I was tired of the song with a boring cycle, Sipilailian mother wrapped my face to sing nursery rhymes. Mother comforted me while singing “Little Star” softly. I listened with anticipation. That voice, like the bright moonlight of the long night, is so tender and loving. I always fall asleep in this wonderful. Dumbfounded, I seem to feel that I have a pair of hands picked up my ears still echoed the mother’s