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很多年后,当我回忆起六岁时拿着两毛钱,不知到底是要买作业本,还是要买零嘴的痛苦;回忆起七岁时因为作业没有完成,徘徊在上学的路上,不敢去学校的窘境;回忆起四岁时因为说了一句谎话,担心自己变成长鼻子的焦虑;回忆起五岁时因为到外婆家,帮她看稻田里的麻雀,而被自己用竹篙翘进深深的池塘的恐惧时,我竟怀着一种忧伤而甜蜜的情感。那时候,天很蓝,水很清,人们很纯朴,连我童年的忧伤和痛苦也显得那么清澈而迷人,那些好时光是真的不能再回来了,永远……都不能了。
Many years later, when I recalled the six-year-old holding two cents, I do not know exactly whether to buy homework or to buy the frivolous pain. When I was seven years old, I was afraid to go to school because I had not completed my homework and went to school. Memories of four-year-old because he said a lie, worried about his own anxiety into a long nose; recalled five years old because of her grandmother to help her look at the sparrows in the rice fields, but their own Qiajian Qiao into deep The fear of the pond, I actually harbor a sad and sweet emotion. At that time, the sky was blue, the water was clean, the people were very simple, and even the sadness and pain of my childhood seemed so clear and charming that those good times really can not come back and never ... can not.