在故乡的黄土地上有我童年的足迹,那里,有我的爷爷、奶奶,有善良纯朴的伙伴们,还有我喜欢的竹林、果园、稻田、火炉。童年的我,是那么的幼稚可笑,春天一到,我便像小鸟投入母亲,一头扎进属于我的小天地——竹林。我常常挎着奶奶织给我的小竹篮,踏着软绵绵的嫩草,开始我一天的漫游。一朵朵 There are my childhood trails in the yellow land of my hometown. There are my grandfather and grandmother, good and simple partners, and my favorite bamboo forest, orchards, rice fields, and stoves. My childhood was so childish and ridiculous. When spring arrived, I would enter my mother like a bird and head into my own little world—bamboo forest. I often take my grandmother’s woven bamboo basket and walk in soft grass and start my day’s roaming. One blossoming