童年的往事总是充满了奇幻的色彩,在我的记忆里,它总是纯净的色调:绿油油的稻田,黄橙橙的麦收季节,家里被烟熏成棕色的屋顶木椽,小河里流动的清澈的水,水中的蒲草如同绿丝绦一般垂下来,还有那蜻蜒点水,燕子啄泥:头顶上,朵朵白云漂浮在天空中,朝霞映红水面,夕阳远山西下……种种回忆,总是让我对童年充满了眷恋。掏鸟窝其实鸟儿很无辜,现在想起来常常觉得自己罪孽深重,不知伤害了多少小鸟,其中有很多是麻雀、水鹌鹑、 The childhood memories are always full of fantastic colors. In my memory, it is always in pure colors: the green paddy field, the yellow-orange harvest, the brown wooden roof with wooden rafters, the small river flowing Clear water, the water in the Pucao green silk hanging like a general bow down, and that dragonfly point of water, swallow pecking mud: overhead, white clouds floating in the sky, the glow of red water, the setting sun sunset ... ... Memories, always make me full of childhood attachment. In fact, birds nest nest is very innocent bird, and now often think of their own sin think of their sin, I do not know how many birds were hurt, many of them are sparrows, quail water,