童年的梦是支歌。这支歌常常萦绕心头,使我难忘。我上小学的时候,老师给我们上音乐课。音乐课的内容除了样板戏,就是一些歌颂“文革”的歌曲。歌曲的调子一律是“高亢”的;歌词一律是“革命”的。但就是这些“高亢”而“革命”的歌曲,启蒙了我对音乐的偏爱,梦想着长大后当一名歌手。从那以后,生产队的大喇叭一响,我就静心地听。只要有唱歌或唱戏的节目,我就模仿着学。因为我会唱歌,所以每当学校举办文艺活动,老师总是推荐我参加。这就更增添了我对戏曲和音乐的痴爱。于是上学的路上有我的歌声;揪野菜的田间有我的歌声;家里有我的歌声。唱歌给我的童年抹上了一层淡淡的绿色。 Childhood dream is a song. This song is often lingering, make me unforgettable. When I was in elementary school, the teacher gave us a music class. In addition to the content of the music lesson model opera, is some praise “Cultural Revolution” song. The tone of the song is always “high-pitched”; the lyrics are always “revolutionary.” But it is these “high-pitched” and “revolutionary” songs that enlighten me in favor of music and dream of becoming a singer when I grow up. Since then, the loudspeakers of the production team have been ringing and I meditate. As long as there is a program of singing or singing, I imitate learning. Because I can sing, so whenever the school held cultural activities, the teacher always recommended me to attend. This adds to my love of opera and music. So on the way to school there is my singing; wild vegetable fields have my singing; my home has my voice. Singing gave my childhood a light green look.