玻璃下压着自己飞扬的字迹,却是一首写暮春的词《蝶恋花》:“花褪残红青杏小。燕子飞时,绿水人家绕。枝上柳绵吹又少,天涯何处无芳草!墙里秋千墙外道。墙外行人,墙里佳人笑。笑渐不闻声渐悄,多情却被无情恼。”恰是春色渐消时,不巧瞥见了它,竟勾起我万千回忆。我的童年时光,真的是天堂般的日子。每天的笑与闹,全藏在无数嬉闹中。可惜,欢乐短暂,成长的脚步把我送进繁华的长沙,迎来的是学习的热潮。 Under the glass, he pressed his own flying handwriting, but he wrote the words “Dielianhua” written by Yan Chun: “The flowers faded from the red, green, and apricot. When the swallows fly, the people in the green water wind around. There is no grass! There is a wall outside the swing wall. The pedestrians outside the wall laugh at the wall. The laughter gradually disappears, and the sentiment is irritated. ”It was just when the spring faded that it happened to glimpse it. It reminds me of thousands of memories. My childhood is really a paradise. Every day’s laughter and riots are hidden in countless playfulness. Unfortunately, joy was short and the pace of growth sent me into the bustling city of Changsha, ushering in an upsurge of learning.