童年是一个带着光圈的字眼,总能激起一个人对过去的无限遐想。童年就像西方传说中纯洁无瑕的小天使,纯白蓬松的翅膀,蔚蓝色的瞳孔荡漾着涟漪样的快乐。童年的每一个片断总是反反复复地出现在记忆里。那时的天空总是蓝的,蓝得清澈透明。童年的向日葵总是金黄灿烂的,脸上挂着夏天的微笑,在阳光下折射出无边无际的生机。童年的果汁在脑海里一直飘荡着,仿佛那香甜的滋味还在味蕾上回荡。虽然早已买不到那种感觉,但一想起还是会情不自禁地微笑。 Childhood is a word with a ring of light, which can always stimulate one’s infinite imagination of the past. Childhood is like a pure and innocent little angel in Western legends, with pure white fluffy wings, and a blue-blue pupil rippling with pleasure. Every piece of childhood always appears in memory repeatedly. The sky at that time was always blue and the blue was clear and transparent. The childhood sunflowers are always golden, with a summer smile on their faces, reflecting the boundless vitality in the sun. The juice of childhood has been floating in my mind, as if the sweet taste is still echoing on the taste buds. Although I could not buy that feeling for a long time, I still couldn’t help but smile when I think of it.