孩提时代的我,是个极不安分的“疯丫头”,小小的心中簇拥着无限的好奇与渴望,渴望走出家门,摸摸外面的白云是不是像棉花糖一样软,听听南来的鸟儿在故乡是不是也唱着一样动听的歌谣……长大后,疯劲收敛了很多,这个年龄的我,开始为自己打造五彩斑谰的梦,不管它是真实亦或是虚假;? As a child, I was an extremely restless “crazy head”. I was surrounded by infinite curiosity and longing in my little heart. I was eager to go out of my house and touch the white clouds outside. I was not as soft as marshmallows. Listen to the birds from the south. Did the children sing the same songs in their hometown? When they grew up, the madness converged a lot. At this age, I began to create a colorful dream for myself, whether it is true or false;