当暮霭沉沉时,我们被劝说要相信楚天辽阔;当草长莺飞时,我们被劝说要防备前方蜀道之难;当我们成长到每一个阶段时,我们都被提醒着完成不合时宜的任务。于是童真就如那风铃声,渐行渐远,消逝不闻。“孩子从卖气球的人手中牵走了一个心愿。”多么可爱而美好的诗句,甚至可以想象那洋溢着灿烂的笑脸。而如今这样的笑脸在冰封 When the dusk is heavy, we are persuaded to believe in the vastness of Chutian. When the grass grows, we are persuaded to guard against the difficulties of the front of the Shuddha. As we grow to each stage, we are all reminded of the completion of outdated tasks . So innocent as the wind ringtones, drifting away, disappeared. “Children take a wish from the hands of people who sell balloons. ” What a lovely and beautiful poem, and even imagine that filled with brilliant smile. And now such a smile in the frozen