望着这耸立的楼群中宽阔的大道,我心里有说不出的酸楚,不由忆起儿时的情景: 在我还年幼时,这曾是我的乐园。一条小河,清澈见底,弯弯曲曲,如玉色的手臂,把那广阔的绿色麦田拥入怀中。春天,我和小伙伴们一起欢呼着,自由地牵着风筝的线儿奔跑,倾听河水叮咚的声音。天地有多广,心田就有多宽。疲倦的时候,就一起携手坐在小河旁。天空倒映在清凌凌的河水里,显得更蓝了;小树倒映在清凌凌的河水里,显得更绿了;云朵倒映在清凌凌的河水里,显得更白了。蓝蓝的天,白白的云,嫩绿的树,清清的河及一碧千里的麦地形成 Looking at the broad avenue in this towering building complex, I can’t help but recall the childhood scene: When I was young, this was my paradise. A small river, crystal clear, curved and jade-like arms, embraced the vast green wheat field. In the spring, I cheered with my little friends and ran freely on the kite’s line, listening to the sound of the river. How broad the world is, how wide the heart is. When weary, we sit together by the riverside. The sky was reflected in the river of Qingling Ling, and it looked even bluer. The little trees reflected in the rivers of Qingling Ling were greener. The clouds reflected in the rivers of Qingling Ling were even whiter. The blue sky, the white clouds, the green trees, the clear river, and the formation of a thousand miles of corn fields