童年浪漫如月船,泊在家乡的臂弯里。家乡有许多树,村落就像安放在绿色摇篮里的婴儿。春天,柳树总是第一个吐出新叶,惹得燕子从南方翩然而至,在它耳边呢喃。我和伙伴们爬上树,折下柳枝做成柳笛,吹奏快乐的童年。微风一吹,柳絮满天飞舞,我们便追赶那些白茸茸的羽毛,阳光也受到我们的感染,愈发明媚起来。村头那几棵榆树也不甘示弱,枝丫直入云霄,像是会魔法似地一夜间把水灵灵、绿莹莹的榆钱儿挂上枝头,馋得我们垂涎三尺。最惹人喜爱的是槐花,花香很淡,若有若无,好像远方传来的轻音乐淡雅怡人。花朵盛开 Childhood romantic moon boat, parked in the arms of his hometown. Hometown has many trees, the village is like a baby placed in a green cradle. Spring, willow is always the first spit new leaves, prompting swallows from the south to where, in its ear whisper. My friends and I climbed the tree, folded willow branches made willow flute, playing happy childhood. Breeze blowing, catkins flying, we will catch up with those white feathers, the sun has also been our infection, more and more bright together. The elm trees in the village that are not to be outdone, branches straight into the sky, like a magical night to the water Lingling, Green Yingying elm money hung on the branches, greedy we coveted. The most lovable is the Sophora japonica, floral is very light, Ruowuwaowu, seems to come from afar light elegant pleasant. Flowers bloom