我的童年,像一个纯得透明、美得可爱的梦。梦里有春日的绿柳,有夏日的红莲,有秋日的蓝天与冬日的白雪。不过,梦里最美的要属一首小诗。那年我四岁,妈妈决定教我背诗。我嘟着小嘴表示抗议,可妈妈像个铁包公,执意要将她的计划贯彻到底。有了妈妈买新衣的许诺,我才安静地坐了下来 My childhood was like a pure, beautiful and lovely dream. There are spring green willows in the dream, red lotus in summer, blue sky in autumn and white snow in winter. However, the most beautiful dream is to be a poem. I was four years old that year and my mother decided to teach me poems. I murmured with a small mouth to protest, but my mother was like a tyrant and insisted on carrying out her plan. With my mother’s promise to buy new clothes, I sat down quietly