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童年,不知道羊为什么吃草。童年,不知道牛为什么只要“妈妈”。童年,想着月宫里没有草,月兔是否因挨饿而睡不着觉。童年,不知道妈妈会长白发,爸爸会添皱纹。童年,是一坛陈年老酒,含着昨日的甘醇,今日的芬芳,却凝聚不了曾经的美好。童年,是一朵易逝的花,匆匆地来,急急地去,只留下岁月如梭、似水流年的感慨。童年,是空中美丽的虹,是宇宙中闪耀的星。童年,是梦中的画,是画中的梦。
Childhood, do not know why sheep eat grass. Childhood, do not know why the cow as long as “Mom ”. Childhood, thinking there is no grass in the moon, whether the moon rabbit hungry and sleep. Childhood, do not know the president white hair, my father will add wrinkles. Childhood, is an altar of old wine, with yesterday’s glycol, today’s fragrance, but can not unite the once beautiful. Childhood, is a perishable flower, hurriedly, hurry to go, leaving only the time flies, like a fleeting feeling. Childhood, is a beautiful rainbow in the sky, is a shining star in the universe. Childhood, is a dream painting, is the painting of the dream.