每到这个季节,我便想起了故乡冬天的河。故乡冬天的河的冰面上,划过我们美丽的童年。那些欢乐的影子,永远地封存在故乡冰封的河面上。都少曾经的往事,令我们难以释怀。童年的那个雪人,是否还守在故乡冬天的村口。一双双冰鞋划过童年的痕迹与笑声,只能在美好的回忆中。童年那一首首欢乐的童谣,随着故乡炊烟袅袅,轻轻的飘进记忆。童年故乡的灯笼上,挂着我们欢乐的童年。如今这些,已经不再,只能在回忆中或是在我们的梦中。有时我 Every seasons this season, I think of the winter home of the river. My hometown winter ice on the river, across our beautiful childhood. Those happy shadow, forever sealed in the frozen river hometown. It is hard for us to let go of the memories of the past. Childhood that snowman, still keep in the hometown of winter village. A pair of skates across the traces of childhood and laughter, only in good memories. Childhood that song first nursery rhyme, with the smoke curl hometown, gently floated into memory. Childhood home lanterns, hanging our happy childhood. Now these, no longer, only in memory or in our dreams. Sometimes i