“一天又一天,一年又一年,迷迷糊糊的童年……”哼着这首《童年》,我仿佛又回到了童年,与你相见。那时候,我们还是稚嫩的小树,没经历过暴风骤雨,无忧无虑地享受着暖阳和风。那时候,你是我邻居家的小娃娃。我们还都扎着朝天辫,手拉手,肩并肩,一起慢慢长大。“阳光下蜻蜓飞过来,一片片绿油油的稻田……”记得那日下午,天好像要下雨,小院里飞满了红色的大蜻蜓,我们便玩起了 “Day after day, year after year, stumble childhood ... ” humming this song “childhood”, I seem to have returned to childhood, meet you. At that time, we were still immature trees, and had never experienced the storm and enjoyed the warm sun and the wind carefreely. At that time, you are a little baby in my neighbor’s house. We are also braided, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, slowly grow up together. “Under the sun dragonfly flew over, a piece of lush green paddy field ... ” Remember that afternoon, the day seems to rain, small courtyard filled with red dragonfly, we will play