童年,是一株野草,不怕风,也不怕雨;童年,是一块跷跷板,一头是哭,一头是笑。那时候,总想捉住一只鸟,总想飞翔。一手从镜中摘花,一手在井里捞月。梦的天空翔着纸鸢,心的河飘着纸船。脑海无岸,心室无帘。爱,是永远荡不落的秋千。少年,是一颗幼树,就怕断干,就怕空心;少年,是一匹野? Childhood is a wild grass, not afraid of the wind, nor afraid of rain; childhood is a see-saw, one is crying, the other is laughing. At that time, I always wanted to catch a bird and always wanted to fly. One hand picks flowers from the mirror and one fishes in the well. The sky of dreams is littered with paper baskets, and the heart’s river is filled with paper boats. There is no shore in the mind and there is no curtain in the heart. Love is a swing that never swings. Juvenile is a sapling. If you are afraid of doing it dry, you will be afraid of hollowness. Juvenile is a wilderness.