童年像一块调色板,不停地调呀调,调出我的五彩记忆:童年像一块魔方,轻轻地转呀转,转出我的喜怒哀乐。那一年,我正好7岁,我无聊地坐在自家门口,仰望着蓝天白云,看着各种小鸟们在天空中自由地飞翔,又望了正躺在地上晒太阳的小 Childhood like a palette, kept adjusting tone, tune out my colorful memories: childhood like a cube, gently turn around, turn out of my emotions. That year, I was exactly 7 years old, I am boring to sit in front of their own house, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, watching a variety of birds flying freely in the sky, and looked at the sun lying on the ground is small