岁月的风铃“叮叮当当”地敲醒了我沉睡的记忆,久违的感动又被唤起白云在蔚蓝的天空或浓或淡地展示着自我,大地上不断泛起我童稚的欢笑掐着一朵嫩嫩的野花,哼着自编的未成曲的童谣,在一丛丛野菊花中,我席地而坐,双手托腮产生了万般遐思,踩着酥软的草地,我放飞洁白的风筝,牵着斑 The wind chimes of the years “whacked” to wake up my sleepy memory. The long-lasting touch was evoked by white clouds in the blue sky or the self was shown in a thick or light manner, and my childish smiles continued to appear on the earth. The tender and delicate wild flowers, carrying the self-produced undeveloped nursery rhymes, sit in the ground in a cluster of wild chrysanthemums. The two hands cling to each other and produce a great deal of mischief. Stepping on the soft grass, I fly a white kite and hold the spotty.