回想童年往事,如同打开一幅画卷,生动的画面充满了童趣和天真,真是让人难忘!爸爸经常抽烟,坐着很悠闲的样子,吸得津津有味,看得我心痒痒,也一直想要尝试。但是六岁的我刚刚流露出这点心思,“小火苗”就被扼杀在摇篮中了。暑假的一个下午,爸爸出去开会,把打火机和香烟留在了家里。我暗暗窃喜,趁妈妈还在睡午觉,我偷偷溜进了客厅,拿起了桌上的打火机和一盒香烟溜进了房间。一进房间,我就迫不及待地从烟盒里抽出一 Recalling the childhood past is like opening a picture. The vivid picture is full of childlike innocence. It is truly unforgettable! Dad often smokes, sits in a laid-back look, relishes it with relish, sees my heart, and always wants try. But when I was six years old, I just expressed my worries that the “little flames” were being killed in the cradle. One afternoon in the summer vacation, my father went out for a meeting and left lighters and cigarettes at home. I secretly giggled, and my mother was still taking a nap. I sneaked into the living room and took the lighter on the table and a pack of cigarettes into the room. When I entered the room, I couldn’t wait to pull it out of the box