记忆里,一方水塘,一池荷花,几尾小虾,一群小伙伴,一场细雨……编织成了我梦幻的童年。而今日,一沟枯水,满目枯荷,再也提不起生气为我织梦了。细雨如期而至,我却只能手捧一枝枯荷,静静地聆听如雨声般的忧伤……外婆的眼病又犯了,一个电话打过来,母亲就火急火燎地买了药,带上我与妹妹回了外婆家。 Memory, a pool, a pool of lotus, a few tails shrimp, a group of small partners, a rain ... ... woven into my dream childhood. Today, a ditch dry, dry eyes everywhere, no longer mention the anger I dream weaving. As the rain fell on schedule, I could only hold a lotus, quietly listening to the rain-like sorrow ... Grandmother’s eye was guilty of another phone call came, my mother went ahead and bought medicine, bring me And my sister back grandma.