一眨眼,时间已经拉到了13岁的仲夏。现在的我,常常俯视大地,细细忆着那些甜美的童年片段;抑或仰望蓝天,默默想着那些未知的人生岁月……某天翻报纸时,看见了一个二年级小朋友的佳作。简单有力的叙述,时不时地冒出一个可爱的词语,让我忍不住笑了起来。顿时心血来潮,找出了自己二年级时的“作品集”。本子上,字虽不好看,却很 Blink of an eye, time has been pulled to 13-year-old Midsummer. Now I, often overlooking the earth, carefully remember those sweet childhood fragments; or looking at the blue sky, silently thinking of those unknown years of life ... One day turned the newspaper, saw a sophomore children’s masterpiece. Simple and powerful narration, from time to time to emerge a cute words, so I could not help but laugh. Suddenly whim, found his sophomore “portfolio ”. The book, the word is not good-looking, but very