星移斗转,悠悠岁月,人生虽已多风雨,童年往事仍旧依稀。记得上小学三年级时,每逢星期天,我就和姐姐及邻居的几个小伙伴一起上山拾柴。星期天,天还没有亮,母亲就起来煮饭了。她从锅里翻滾的稀饭中捞一些干的起 Star transfer, long years, although life has been stormy, childhood still vague. I remember the third grade in primary school, every Sunday, I and my sister and several neighbors together up the mountain firewood. On Sunday, the sky is not yet clear and my mother cooks up. She picked up some dry porridge from the pan