曾几何时,我过马路总要牵着妈妈的衣角;但不知从何时起,却再也不愿拉着父母的手与他们并肩而行。曾几何时,我总爱在妈妈怀里撒娇;但不知从何时起,我不爱和大人多说话,总爱自己一个人坐在窗前遐思。曾几何时,我喜欢和小伙伴们一起玩耍,一起游戏;但不知从何时起,我喜欢独自在房间里看书。如今,当我骑着自行车,经过我学习了6年的母校时,心 Once upon a time, I always had to take my mother’s clothes when crossing the street; but I do not know when I started, but I no longer want to take my parents’ hands and walk with them. Once upon a time, I always loved to be spoiled in my mother’s arms; but I do not know when I started, I do not love to talk to adults, and I always love to sit alone in front of a window. Once upon a time, I like to play with little friends and play together; but I don’t know when I started to read books in my room alone. Now, when I ride a bicycle, I go through my alma mater where I studied for 6 years.