四月的明媚阳光下,我支起了画架,开始画记忆中的金色年华。起稿不管画什么都要用铅笔起稿,灰黑的线条流淌在白纸上,像极了简单又纯粹的童年。小时候我被父母呵护得太好,以致到了三年级还不敢独自过马路。每当父母不在身边,面对大马路上来来往往的车辆,我憋红了脸也不敢迈出半步。那时,她就会伸出温热的小手 In the bright sunshine of April, I set up an easel and began to paint the golden age in my memory. For drafting, no matter what it is drawn, it must be drafted with a pencil. The gray lines flow on white paper, like a very simple and pure childhood. When I was a child, I was so well cared for by my parents that I didn't dare to cross the road alone until the third grade. Whenever my parents are not around, I don’t dare to take a half step in the face of vehicles coming and going on the roads. At that time, she will stick out warm little hands