这两天要搬家,母亲交给我一个任务,打包好自己房间里的一切物品。收拾东西的时候,翻出一箱旧作业本和日记,字迹歪歪斜斜,很是幼稚,大约是小学时保存下来的东西,粗粗翻看了几页,感觉陌生又熟悉。脑海里突然冒出这么一句话:“记得当时年纪小,你爱谈天我爱笑。”几乎忘了过去的那个自己,虽然幼小,却还那么努力地向往着美好的生活。在童年的岁月里,现实的粗粝、蛮横和鄙俗都和年幼的我们没有关系。记得当时年纪小,和伙伴们嬉笑玩闹,一粒糖果 These two days to move, the mother gave me a task, packed everything in his room. Tidy things, dug out of a box of old books and diaries, crooked skewed, very naive, about the time saved in primary school, a few pages of rough look, feel strange and familiar. Suddenly appeared in my mind such a sentence: “I remember was young, you love to talk about the sky I love to laugh. ” Almost forgot the past, although young, but still so hard to yearning for a better life. In childhood, the reality of crude, arrogant and vulgar and young you have nothing to do with us. I remember when I was young, I was having fun with my friends and a candy