记忆就像一条清澈的小溪,经常会流淌进我的心田,溅起的朵朵水花就是我成长的点点滴滴。那是一个温暖的午后,幼儿园大班的教室里,暖暖的斜阳映照在涂满童话故事的墙壁上,我和小朋友们正在翘首企盼,梅梅老师说一会儿要给我们一个惊喜。有敲门声,我立刻注视着门口,门被轻轻地 Memory is like a clear stream, often flowing into my heart, splashing flowers is my growth bit by bit. It was a warm afternoons, kindergarten class classroom, the warm sun shining on the walls covered with fairy tale, I and children are eagerly looking forward to, Mei Mei said the teacher would give us a surprise for a while. There was a knock on the door, I immediately looked at the door, the door was gently