记忆的湖畔我独自行走,看记忆的洪流奔涌而下,蜿蜒着我无尽的欢乐,那迸溅起的朵朵浪花,绽放着我无数的幸福!忽略了春天的第一抹新绿,因为我有姥姥的风筝。那是一个很大很大的风筝,是姥姥亲手为我做的,它是一只雄鹰。姥姥总是说,我现在是一只小雏鹰,终有一天,我会脱离她的怀抱,挣脱那一线的束缚;姥姥也总是说,我一定 Memories of the lake I walk alone, watching the torrent of meteoric water rushing down, meandering my endless joy, that splashes of blossoming waves, bloom with my innumerable happiness! Ignored the first green light spring, because I have Grandmother’s kite. It was a big, big kite, a grandma who did it for me personally. It was an eagle. Grandma always said, I am now a young eagle, one day, I will be from her arms, get rid of the shackles of that line; Grandma also always said that I must