人长大了,心成熟了。褪去了童年时的那股稚气,化作伊人或淑女,离童年远去。我喜欢在阳光明媚的早晨,喝一杯牛奶,捧着英语书,高声朗读。我喜欢在懒散静谧的午后,拿一本《红楼梦》,静品林黛玉的爱恨情仇。我喜欢在残阳如血的黄昏,看李清照的忧郁委婉,读李白的豪情万丈,解李商隐的绵绵情思……然而,我似乎忘却了什么。偶然的一次,在整理书籍时,我瞥见躺在抽屉里的那本《安徒生童话》。 People grow up and their hearts are mature. The childishness that faded from childhood was turned into an Iraqi person or a lady who was away from childhood. I like to drink a glass of milk on a sunny morning, hold English books and read aloud. I like to take a “Dream of Red Mansions” in the lazy quiet afternoon, the love and hatred of Lin Yuyu. I like to see Li Qingzhao’s melancholy tactful, read Li Bai’s pride and ambition, and solve Li Shangyin’s whimsical feelings in the dusk of the sun-filled blood. However, I seem to forget something. Occasionally, when finishing my books, I saw the Andersen’s Fairy Tales lying in a drawer.