童年时的事情,现在回想起来,如同发生在昨天,是那样地亲切和美好。我出生在内蒙古莫力达瓦旗,从记事起就体弱多病,每天都要喝三碗黑红色苦涩难咽的中药汤。母亲经常拖着瘦小的身体去药铺为我抓药。后来,我大了一点,在天气暖和的时候,母亲就牵着我的小手一同去,于是,阳光下就有一长一短两个身影在向前移动。再后来,我就拿着药方自己去抓药了。这样一直持续了好几年,于是那个中药铺便成为我儿时记忆中最真切的一幕。 Childhood, now, in retrospect, as it happened yesterday, was so kind and wonderful. I was born in Inner Mongolia Mowa Dawa flag, from the memoir frailty, every day to drink three bowls of black and red bitter hard to swallow the traditional Chinese medicine soup. Mother often dragged the skinny body to the pharmacy for my medicine. Later, when I was a little older, my mother took my little hand in warm weather, so there was a long, short, two figure moving in the sun. Later, I took the medicine and took it myself. This has lasted for several years, so that the Chinese medicine shop has become my childhood memories of the most vivid scene.