人到了一定年纪就开始恋旧了,甚至连做梦都充满了童年的故事和色彩。近日,又梦回童年,梦见了启蒙老师,一切历历在目,仿在昨天。在一个日头不算灿烂的上午,母亲把我送到学堂。在母亲转身回家的瞬间,我哭着,死活也不愿走进教室。母亲生气地打了我一巴掌,这是她第一次打我。我不知道为什么对学堂充满了畏惧,是害怕一走进去就没了自由,还是别的,我至今也不明白。爷爷对母亲说,孩子还小,再等一年吧。就这样,在同龄伙伴纷纷走进学堂的时候,我仍乐此不疲地玩耍在乡野之间。大约过了两个月,我感到了孤独,没有了伴儿的童年是没有色彩的。每每放学后,小伙伴们都背诵着我十分陌生 When they reach a certain age, they begin to become nostalgic, and even dreaming is full of childhood stories and colors. Recently, they also dream of childhood, dreamed of enlightenment teacher, all vividly, just like yesterday. In a not-bright morning, my mother sent me to school. The moment my mother turned home, I cried and I was reluctant to walk into the classroom. My mother slapped me angrily, this is the first time she hit me. I do not know why I was full of fear in school. I was afraid that I would not be free as soon as I went in. Or did I still not understand it. Grandpa said to his mother, the child is still young, wait another year. In this way, in the same age partners have entered the school, I still enjoy playing in the countryside between. About two months later, I felt lonely, without the child’s childhood without color. Everyday after school, my little friends are very familiar with me