过了一年又一年的夏天,时间匆匆,让我忘记了什么是心灵追溯。眺望着,眺望着远方,一个人呆呆站在窗前,我也不知道我在期许什么,总觉得心里空空的。的确,我的手心里攥着无自息的空气。我在呆想,什么是童年?童年,从表面上来说也不过是自己小时候的影子罢了。现在,影子越来越长,直至失去了方向,伏在原地喘自成。再深一点,童年却是我们人生中最难忘却的时光。它承载着我小小的梦想,小小的幼稚,还有小小的 After year after year summer, the time hurriedly, let me forget what is spiritual tracing. Looked at, overlooking the distance, a person blankly stood in front of the window, I do not know what I am expecting, always feel empty. Indeed, there is no self-contained air in my hand. I was thinking, what is childhood? Childhood, on the surface, but also just a shadow of his childhood Bale. Now, the shadow grows longer and longer until it has lost its direction. A little deeper, childhood is the most unforgettable time in our life. It carries my little dream, little naive, and little