我有一个美好的童年,如诗如梦的童年。现在回想起来,犹如烟雾在脑海中飘荡,也像涓涓细流,悄无声息地流淌,水中映现出淡淡的倒影,一瞬间又变作碎玉流走……时间过得真快,几十年弹指一挥间,难怪孔夫子有“逝者如斯夫”的感慨。遥想当年我还是个小孩子,奶奶整天把我带在身边,我像她的一只小狗,形影不离地跟着她。那时的奶奶,不知她有多大年纪,只记得她白皙的脸 I have a wonderful childhood, a poignant childhood. Now, in retrospect, it seems like the smoke is floating in my mind, like a trickle, flowing silently, reflecting a faint reflection in the water, turning it into a crushed jade in an instant. Flickering, no wonder Confucius has “deceased (Sifu) ” feeling. Back then I was still a kid, Grandma took me all day, I like her little puppy, followed by her inseparable. At that time, my grandmother, I do not know how old she was, just remember her white face