童年的心是水晶做的,晶莹剔透,让人一目了然,那是我敞开的门。再长大了,妈妈说我是个好孩子,懂事了,会体谅人了。这真让人高兴,可笑声少了,哭声也不见了。我会耷拉着眼皮告诉妈妈,我得了个坏成绩;我会目不转睛地盯着电视节目,说这节目很有趣;我会瞪大了眼睛告诉偷我糖的同学,我 The heart of my childhood was made of crystals, crystal clear, clear at a glance, and it was my open door. When I grew up again, my mother said that I was a good boy and she was sensible and considerate. This is really pleasing, ridiculous, and cries are gone. I will tell my mother with tears and I will get a bad grade. I will stare at the TV program and say that the program is very interesting. I will open my eyes and tell my classmate who steals my sugar.