一做学生时,我特别渴望看到老师真诚的笑脸!哪怕是一丝丝的微笑我都会珍藏在心间。童年,我特别喜欢画画。每当傍晚小朋友们在打谷场上追逐打闹时,我总会静静地躺在谷草上望着天空那被夕阳染上了金边的白云。那朵朵白云时而像骏马,时而如绵羊,时而似雪山,时而如澎湃的浪花……在没有电视、没有电脑,甚至没有连环画和童话故事的六十年代的山村,天空中的自然画卷对一个孩童来说无疑是最奢侈、最易产生幻想 When I was a student, I was especially eager to see the teacher’s sincere smile! Even a slightest smile I would treasure in my heart. Childhood, I especially like to draw. Whenever children chase slapstick in the threshing floor in the evening, I always lie on the grass and look at the sky, which is tinged with white clouds in the sunset. The white clouds sometimes look like horses, sometimes sheep, sometimes snow-capped mountains, sometimes surging waves ... In the mountain villages of the 1960s, where there was no television, no computer or even comics and fairy tales, Children are undoubtedly the most extravagant, most likely to produce illusions