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童年是一枝开在梦里的花,它缤纷、绚烂、柔嫩如孩子的手掌,它超凡脱俗,纯洁无瑕,是世间一切美好与浪漫的源泉。只可惜梦醒了,花儿便也谢了。英子的童年也是如此。骆驼队、惠安馆、新帘子胡同、三贝子花园;毛茸茸的小油鸡、甜丝丝的八珍梅,还有街上小贩的吆喝声和宋妈的歌谣……这老北京平民生活的一点一滴都被台湾女作家林海音敏锐地捕捉到,并小心地珍藏在脑海里。我叹服作者的记
Childhood is a dream in the flowers, it is colorful, gorgeous, soft as the child's palm, it is refined, pure and flawless, is all the world's source of beauty and romance. Only a pity woke up, flowers will be thankful. Child childhood as well. Camel team, the Museum of Hui'an, the new curtain alley, the three Beizi Garden; fluffy little oil chicken, sweet smelly eight of plum, there is the street vendors sang and Song mother's ballads ... ... this old Beijing civilian life little by little Drops were sharply captured by Taiwanese writer Lin Hai-yin and carefully kept in mind. I am amazed at the author's mind