翻开一本厚重的书……三岁．一个咿呀学语的年代,满眼的草长莺飞, 绿野仙踪,小小的心灵充满着泡沫般的欢乐,单纯而美好,在呵护与关怀中咀嚼幸福的味道。我们拒绝失落悲哀．拒绝贪婪享受,只盼望着曾经的蝴蝶再从窗前飞过。 Open a thick book... three years old. In the age of a babbling language, the long-grass grass grows, the Wizard of Oz, the little heart is full of bubble-like joy, simple and beautiful, and chews the happiness in care and care. We refuse to lose sorrow. Refusal of greedy enjoyment, only looking forward to once flying butterflies from the window.