当你老了,头发白了,炉火旁打盹,梦里面出现的也许是逝去的童年:弹玻璃球,溜铁环,打爬犁,扣麻雀,跳格子,踢毽子……就像一杯浓浓的咖啡,童年让你的梦充满温馨。当你老了,倦坐在炉边,取下人生这书来,慢慢追忆逝去的童年,你会发现纯纯的童年其实没有走远,就在你“头上的山峦中间独步踽踽,他的脸埋藏在一群星星中”。人生无论走了多远,无论摔打了多少历练,童年和童趣都会在炉火旁告诉你:“请保留一份单纯, When you’re old, white hair, doze off by the fire, dreams may be the childhood that goes by: a glass globe, a slip ring, a sledge, a sparrow, a grid, a shuttlecock ... like a cup of thick Coffee, childhood let your dream full of warmth. When you are old and tired sitting by the hearth, take down the book of life, slowly recalled the lost childhood, you will find that pure childhood did not go far, in the middle of your head His face is buried in a group of stars. ” No matter how far away life, no matter how much experience beat, childhood and childlike will tell you by the fire: "Please keep a simple,