生命的小舟早已驶离了儿时的港湾,蓦然回首,却发现起航的海边,有颗东西在闪耀,那便是童心……——题记风,一丝丝地吹着,一定是路旁那棵歪脖子树纺出来的。渐渐的,风越纺越细,一定有一只有力的大手把条条鞭子挥舞,沙土疼得乱碰头,才一下 The boat of life has already left the harbor of childhood, and when he looks back, he finds that there is something shining on the seashore that sails. That is the innocence......... The wind of inscription, blowing in the slightest, must be the roadside tree. The neck tree spun it out. Gradually, the finer the wind is, the stronger the hand must be to wield the whip, and the sandy soil is in disorder.