童年的我,初夏时,常常和妈妈去小木屋后面的山坡。山坡上盛开着一丛丛火红的杜鹃、鹅黄的迎春、浅紫的牵牛……我快活地拍着小手,蹦蹦跳跳采摘这些五颜六色的花儿,可妈妈却总是轻轻地挽着我,走到山坡的另一侧,那里开满了一朵朵白色的小花。花儿怪逗人的:圆圆的脑袋,白白的绒毛,风一吹,就轻盈地飞了起来,飞呀飞,飞得老高老高的,我费了好大的劲,才抓住一朵飞在空中的小白花。 Childhood I, early summer, and mom often went to the back of the hillside. On the hillside, there was a bush of red azaleas, a yellowish spring, a light purple morningglide ... I snapped my little hands merrily and bounced to pick up these colorful flowers, but my mother always took me lightly , Went to the other side of the hillside where there was a blossoming white flower. Flowers weird: round head, white fluff, the wind blows, it flew up lightly, flying fly, fly old and dignified, I took a great effort, just to seize A small white flower flying in the air.