时间的车轮载着“六一”这个日子向我驶来,没有鲜花,没有礼物,无尽的祝福不再包裹着我,欢乐的气氛也不再弥漫在空气中。我最后的儿童节,跟平常的日子几乎一样。我童年时代的句号,似乎就要这样悄无声息地划上。房间里,只有我在静静地、细细地回味小时欢乐的时光,有些留恋,有些不舍。但我已13岁了,想挽留童年也已无能为力了。 The wheel of time carrying the “61” came to me on this day. There was no flowers, no gifts, endless blessings no longer wrapped me, and the atmosphere of joy no longer filled the air. My last children’s day is almost the same as usual. The end of my childhood seems to be so silently drawn. In the room, only I was quietly and meticulously relishing the hours of joy, some of them were reluctant, and some were sad. But I’m 13 years old and I can’t help but stay with my childhood.