童年,人人都有金色的童年,它充满了喜、怒、哀、乐。在我的记忆当中,有许多往事都已经被流水般的时光冲刷得模糊了。可是在我的记忆深处,却有一件“小事”,怎么也不能被匆匆消逝的时光冲刷掉。那是深秋的一个雨天,我打着伞,哼着歌儿在回家的小路前进。走着走着,突然,从我后面跑 Childhood, everyone has a golden childhood, it is full of joy, anger, sadness, music. Among my memories, many of the past events have been blurred by the stream of time. However, in my memory, there is a “little thing” that can not be washed away in a hurry. It was a rainy day in late autumn, I was holding an umbrella and humming a song and going on my way home. Walked, suddenly, ran from behind me