我记得小时候我是个很喜欢凑热闹的人,哪里有好玩的,我总要第一个冲过去,舞狮、猜灯会,就连小小的庙会,我也要跟在我妈妈身后,往口袋里塞一包豆子,一边走一边吃。在我的记忆中,人生最美好的事情,就是爸爸妈妈一起牵着我的手,我在他们的手心里,像个被宠爱的小公主,可惜这样的片段随着幼年时父母的离异,在我的记忆中越来越模糊,模糊得我经常回忆起来,都仿佛觉得那只是自己做过的一个梦。或许在最初我会开始写文章,并不是因为我热爱文字,而是我心里的黑洞需要寻找一个排 I remember when I was young, I was a guy who liked to join the fun scene. Where there was fun, I always had to rush first, lion dance, guess lantern festival, and even a small temple fair, and I had to follow behind my mother in my pocket Take a pack of beans and eat while walking. In my memory, the best thing in life is that Mom and Dad hold my hand together, and I am like a pet princess in their hands. Unfortunately, with the divorce of their parents at the age of I am getting more blurred in my memory, fuzzy I often recall, it seems that it was just a dream he had made. Maybe at first I will start writing articles, not because I love the text, but my heart’s black hole needs to find a row