有时昨天发生的事情,闷思苦想却怎么也记不清,而这四十年前发生的事,却象把烘红了的烙印,深深地嵌印在我的心中,永不褪色。 四十年前的冬天,那时我才五岁。 张家口的冬天是寒冷的,白雪皑皑的护城河吸引了天真的我,当我走进这晶莹洁白世界的时候,真好象到了妈妈讲的童话世界皇。我懵懵地踩上了薄冰,冰河的水把我卷到了河底。生命力极强的我,极力地瞪着我这不大的小眼?急盼着救星到来。 Sometimes things that happened yesterday, how boredom but also how can not remember, and what happened 40 years ago, but like the reddish mark, deeply embedded in my heart, never fade. Forty years ago, I was five years old at that time. Zhangjiakou winter is cold, the snow-capped moat drew innocent me, when I walked into this crystal clear white world, it really seems to be the mother of fairy tales Wong. I stammered on the thin ice, the glacial water took me to the river. I am very vitality, staring hard at me this little big eyes? Urgently hope savior arrival.