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彩色积木搭起的童话小屋,阳光下轻轻吹出的绚丽斑斓的肥皂泡,第一次骑小车摔倒后强忍的泪水,第一次歪歪扭扭地学写自己的名字……还记得伴随了多个夜晚的那本图画书吗,母亲暖暖地依偎在身边,手指缓缓划过书面,用轻柔的声音细细讲述着图画里的故事——那些图画里,是不是也有过地图……孩子们正在经历的,是成长,大人们正在回忆的,是过往。
Colorful blocks set up fairy tale hut, the sun blowing gently gorgeous colorful soap bubbles, the first ride after the car fell intolerable tears, the first crooked to learn to write their own name ... remember to accompany more than one That picture book at night, my mother snuggled warmly, my fingers slowly scribbled in writing, with a soft voice telling the story of the picture - in those pictures, is there a map ... ... the children are Experiencing is growth, adults are recalled, is the past.