在我美丽的乡下,有青山绿水,有蓝天白云,有各种各样的水果树,我的妈妈,总是背着我,或是紧紧拉着我的小手,在乡间的每一处,都留下了甜蜜的足迹,留下了美好的回忆。日子一天天过去,我一天天地长大了。我的身高,已经远远地超过了妈妈,一条条皱纹,正悄悄地爬上妈妈的脸庞,而妈妈,还是紧紧地拉着我的手,不,是我紧紧拉着妈妈的手,在房前屋后,在乡间小道,也留下了我们珍贵的足迹。一个有月亮的晚上,白云袅袅,皎洁的月亮在薄薄的云中穿梭。 In my beautiful country, there are mountains and rivers, blue sky and white clouds, a variety of fruit trees, my mother, always carrying me, or pulling my little hand tightly in every corner of the country , Have left a sweet footprint, leaving a beautiful memory. Day by day, I grew up day by day. My height, has far exceeded the mother, a wrinkle, is quietly climbed the mother’s face, and my mother, or holding my hand tightly, no, I was holding my mother’s hand tightly, In front of the house, in the country lane, but also left us precious footprints. A night with the moon, clouds curl, the moon shines in the thin cloud of shuttle.