童年,( )说乡村是个摇篮,(蛙声就是眠歌了。夜晚,你忽听得断续的蛙鸣替代了隐隐的犬吠,就立即感到一身的轻松和温暖——冬已去了。蛙鼓一敲,算是春天开始了绿色的竞赛。尖红的小草绿了,鹅黄的柳叶绿了,麦苗的海更是把女儿绿任意泼洒,汩汩滔滔,涌向天际与绿云相拥。这时青蛙勾肩搭背,隐在苇叶下, Childhood, () Says that the country is a cradle, (The frog sounds like a sleeping song. At night, when you suddenly hear the intermittent frogs instead of the faint doggies, you immediately feel relaxed and warm—the winter is gone. When the drums are knocked on, it will be a green race in spring. The sharp red grass is green, the willow yellow willow green, and the sea of ​​the wheat seedlings is to splash her daughter green everywhere, and rushes to the sky and embraces the green cloud. When the frog hooked shoulders and shoulders, hidden under the leaves,