小时候常常和小伙伴们跑到屋后的小山上去玩,树、花草、鸟……成了童心与大自然最初的交流。尽管我们活动的范围有限,但这足以让我去找到美好。当碰触到这些记忆时,我脑海里冒出的第一个词是:“蝴蝶”。它几乎就是伴随着我的一切成长起来的。记得那时最喜欢两种花,打碗碗花和蝴蝶花。大人们说抓过打碗碗花的孩子就会摔破碗,所以我一直都不敢去碰它,只能看着那些“不怕摔破碗”(也相当于“不怕挨骂”)的同伴把花一朵一朵扯下,串成一个个美丽的项链或是手环,很是羡慕。但让我高兴的是我发现了一种更漂亮的野花:紫色的花瓣,均匀地张开着, When I was a child, I often went to play on the hill behind the house with my little friends. Trees, flowers, birds... became the initial communication between the innocence and the nature. Although the scope of our activities is limited, it is enough for me to find beauty. When I touch these memories, the first word in my head is: “Butterfly.” It has grown up almost with everything I have. I remember that I liked two flowers at the time, playing bowls of flowers and butterflies. The grown-ups said that a child who caught a bowl of bowling would break the bowl, so I never dared to touch it. I only watched the companions who were “not afraid to break the bowl” (which is also equivalent to “not afraid of 挨骂”). It is very envious to tear off the flowers and string them into beautiful necklaces or bracelets. But to my delight, I found a more beautiful wildflower: purple petals, evenly open,