常常怀念自己的童年,虽然伴随饥饿,但精神饱满。当时,能为一本小人书而通宵达旦,能忘我地玩着简单的躲猫猫游戏,能盯着一朵杏花或梨花,一盯就是半下午,甚至盯着长青苔的土墙,看一天蜗牛爬动。我对一切都充满了好奇。但现在不能了。我的童心,随着日月的流逝,而逐渐地消失。我的成人之心变得越来越粗糙,越来越麻木,越来越疲惫和复杂。我特别羡慕那些童心未泯的人。 Often miss her own childhood, although accompanied by hunger, but full of energy. At that time, for a book of books and overnight, up to date, forgetting to play a simple hide and seek game, staring at an apricot or pear, a stare is half an afternoon, and even staring at the long moss of the earth wall, Watch the snail crawl one day. I am curious about everything. But now I can not. My innocence gradually disappeared with the passage of the sun and the moon. My adult heart gets rougher, more numb, more tired and more complex. I especially envy those innocent people.