乡村是一首诗的名我是个土生土长的乡里娃,和所有农村孩子一样,乡村成为了我们孩提时代最美的乐园。我们常相约一起,玩泥巴,捏泥人,打泥仗;也摘野花,捉泥鳅,荡秋千。年复一年,虽然重复玩一样的游戏,但我们依旧乐此不疲。我们越长越大,乡村却越变越小。早已在乡村里闯出了“名堂”的我们,却依然在用我们的小眼睛欣赏着这逐渐变小的乐园。 Village is the name of a poem I am a native of the village baby, and all rural children, the village has become our childhood paradise the most beautiful paradise. We often meet together, play in the mud, pinch the mud, fight mud fight; also pick wild flowers, catch loach, swinging. Year after year, although we repeat the same game, we still enjoy it. As we grow bigger and bigger, the village is getting smaller and smaller. We have long been in the village to break out, We are still still using our little eyes to appreciate the diminishing paradise.