冬云深处,遥望闪闪发光的珍殊滩,不由俺老牛倒抽一口冷气,思忖着:俺配登陆吗?若说蛤蟆滩,俺曾经不止一次地在那方热土上嬉戏,留下我童年的欢笑、纯真的梦想。有多少次,蛤蟆滩上的小河、弯弯的月亮、踩上去摇摇晃晃的小桥、飞来飞去的蜻蜒、跳来跳去的草婆婆(即绿色的蚱蜢)、可与甘蔗媲美的甜芦秫、慢腾腾 In the depths of the winter cloud, shining in the shining Pearl Beach, I could not help but pour a cold air, thinking: I with the landing? If to frog beach, I have been playing on that side of the land more than once, leaving me Childhood laughter, innocent dreams. How many times, toad beach stream, curved moon, stepped on a wobbly bridge, flying dragonfly, jumping grass mother (ie green grasshopper), comparable with sugar cane Sweet reed, slow