在五彩缤纷的童年里,有着许许多多有趣的回忆,它给了我无穷的回味。在我三岁那年,我家买了一部电话。恰好那天妈妈到外地出货去了,于是,爸爸拉着我去给妈妈打电话。我一见到电话就傻了,就这玩艺儿也能听见妈妈说话?爸爸拨通了妈妈的电话,让我接。一会儿,电话就通了,我从里面听见了妈妈的声音,以为妈妈被关在了里面,急得满头大汗,心想:糟 In the colorful childhood, there are many interesting memories, it gave me endless aftertaste. At my third year, my family bought a phone. Just that day my mother went to the field to ship, so dad took me to call my mother. As soon as I saw the phone, I was stupid, so could I hear my mother talking about this stuff? Dad called her and let me pick it up. After a while, the call came in, and I heard my mother’s voice from inside, thinking my mother was locked in it, anxiously sweating, thinking: bad