小时候．总抱怨时间过得太慢:每天．太阳爬上东山后．就像负重的老牛似的．慢慢地,慢慢地在天空中踽踽独行．好不容易盼到日薄西山,它却又要徘徊良久,才极不情愿地滑下山头。现在,总感叹时间过得太快:一转眼．花开了,草绿了,叶黄了,雪飘了。四季的 Childhood. Always complain that time flies too slowly: every day. After the sun climbed east hill. It’s like a heavy cow. Slowly and slowly walk alone in the sky. It is not easy to look forward to the day at the Western Hills, but it will take a long time before it is very reluctant to slide down the hill. Now, always sigh that time flies too fast: an instant. Flowers blossomed, green grass, yellow leaves, snow drifted. Four Seasons