自己的儿时，已宛如天边，玫瑰色的晨霞，在记忆中淡去。但你们稚嫩的脸庞，却如斧凿刀刻，溶进了，我生命的交响曲。你们踉跄学步，你们牙牙学语，悄悄地长了、长了……在稷下学宫二千年文化的氛围里。噢，这园前的木马，窗上的纸鸢曾抚慰过你们稚拙的小手，但也会化作理想， My childhood, has been like a sky, rosy morning clouds, faded in memory. But your innocent face, but as an ax chisel engraved, dissolved into, the symphony of my life. You are stupefying, you are babbling, growing up quietly and growing ... in the millennium culture of Jixia Xuegong. Oh, the wooden horse in front of the garden and the paper kite on the window have soothed your young hands, but they also turn into ideals,