" the childhood that I have myself "
《我有自己的童年》
Good childhood remembers the treasure that is lifetime.
美好的童年记忆是一生的宝藏。
—— preface
——题记
Childhood, resembling is vitreous canister a medium a candy, every time when I sample, they always can bring the sweet …… with boundless aftertaste
童年，就像是玻璃罐中的一颗颗糖果，每当我品尝时，它们总能带来回味无穷的甜蜜……
Early spring, childhood is pale green the hope for of add details to a painting and the warmth that kiss affection.
初春，童年是嫩绿点染的希冀和亲情的温暖。
“ looks! Gemmule is very green! I ride ” on father's shoulder, the flesh little hand is holding a pale green Liu Ya in both hands, in continuously sunshine by the Shu Lang choiceness of carve, I was in beryl assemble in the hand. Return the home, the elves of this group of green rose in the jubilation in hot water again: Jumping, boiling, frolicking, ripple in Chan Chan Qing Bo one wipes verdancy is spring color. “” rinses Liu Ya ” is the expert dish of grandmother, she is small forward explore wears fat body, hum move ditty, for the flavour of granddaughter is busy spring. My stand on tiptoe has a foot, volt is awaiting in desk edge. Eventually, the Liu Ya with a dish of good scald as me how the eyes that also cannot leave was carried by grandmother desk. She is grasping me to be able to take the little hand of the chopstick not quite, dip in full in be being filled in to enter the mouth readily by ground of my too impatient to wait after acetic juice. Tender soft Liu Ya, full have light faint scent. I cannot help be placed again, look at my crowded mouth and the little face that still hanging acetic juice, the laugh of grandmother be perfectly satisfied …… masticatory spring, the laugh that the Liu Ya of faint scent and grandmother satisfy then, it is the flavour that my childhood keeps thinking about.作文吧 WWW.zuOwEnBa.Net
“看！小芽好绿哦！”我骑在爸爸的肩上，肉乎乎的小手捧着一把嫩绿的柳芽，在缕缕阳光中被雕琢的疏朗精巧，我把绿宝石攒在了手中。回到家，这群绿色的小精灵们便又在热水里欢腾起来了：跳着、滚着、嬉闹着，荡漾在潺潺清波中一抹抹新绿便是春的颜色。“”清水柳芽”是姥姥的拿手菜，她微胖的身体向前探着，哼着小曲儿，为孙女忙碌着春天的味道。我踮起脚，伏在桌边等待着。终于，一盘焯好的柳芽随着我怎也离不开的眼神被姥姥端上了桌。她握着我不太会拿筷子的小手，蘸满了醋汁后被我迫不及待地一口塞进嘴中。嫩软的柳芽，饱有淡淡的清香。我忍不住再去夹，看着我塞满的嘴和还挂着醋汁的小脸，姥姥心满意足的笑了……咀嚼春天，清香的柳芽和姥姥那满足的笑，是我童年一抹惦念的味道。
Midsummer, childhood is cicada cries of the joyance that wake up and friendship enthusiastic.
盛夏，童年是蝉鸣唤醒的喜悦和友情的热烈。
Continuous rain during springtime is imperceptible cease, make a person Mondayish spring day by glowing Xia Feng flick away. I am wearing flaxen hubble-bubble skirt, run quickly to one layer upon layer green billow. Flower contest is put, group cicada salvo. Original, summer comes already. It is Tu Man water of smoky drive midge also does not keep out 5 years old the girl the exploration to nature and curiosity.
连绵的春雨不知不觉停歇，令人困倦的春日被灼热的夏风拂去。我穿着淡黄色的泡泡裙，奔向一层层绿浪。鲜花竞放、群蝉齐鸣。原来，夏天早已来临。就算是涂满呛人的驱蚊水也抵挡不住一个五岁女孩儿对自然的探索与好奇。
“ , you look quickly! Here has a cicada! “ breaths out slowly you can frighten it the … that run…"I and young associate people stealthily hide below the tree, thick gas dare not breathe heavily, tick off continuously tick off staring at “ prey ” . I take out bottle of a glass cautiously, in young associate people look attentively at nervously below, fast buckle in truncal on. Look at cicada in wallop of the fluctuation in bottle, everybody is laughing to extend it Xiang Cheng's blue sky. Tong Zhen's friendship is accompanying leisurely cicada to cry resound is in boundless Xia Ye. Capture because of us, it is whole summer ……
“哇，你们快看！这里有一只蝉！“嘘你会把它吓跑的……"我和小伙伴们悄悄的躲在树下，粗气不敢喘，直勾勾的盯着“猎物”。我小心翼翼的拿出一个玻璃瓶，在小伙伴们紧张地注视下，快速的倒扣在树干上。看着蝉儿在瓶中上下乱窜，大家笑着把它伸向澄蓝的天空。童真的友谊伴着悠悠蝉鸣回荡在漫漫夏夜。因为我们抓住的，是整个夏天……
Deep autumn, childhood is the joyance of the satisfaction of persimmon sweetness and results.
深秋，童年是柿子甜蜜的满足和收获的喜悦。
Rustling autumn wind is in each suspension those who cultivate the small lantern carve that go up to get round surge. Translucent persimmon portfolio wraps the persimmon flesh of orange of bright orange color, ground of soft glutinous glutinous is like should flow. Skin of my general persimmon is torn apart, in digging full juice flesh to send an entrance with small spoon. General like honey, cool and refreshing silk silk is sweet meaning spread in labial tine. Look at rustle of the fallen leaves outside the window, ground of my too impatient to wait wants fragile fragile leaf walks noisy. “ , darling grows again tall! Next year dress is about small ……” mom wraps me in thick sweater, resembling is ball of a light snow. But, still be this one, my little hand this year however already good qualities cuff one cut. Grown before is persimmon …… not merely
瑟瑟秋风把一个个悬挂在树上的小灯笼雕琢得圆滚滚的。半透明的柿皮包裹住鲜橙橙的柿肉，软糯糯地似要流出来。我将柿皮撕开，用小勺挖了满满的汁肉送进口中。像蜜一般，清凉的丝丝甜意在唇齿中蔓延。看着窗外落叶簌簌，我迫不及待地想要把脆脆的叶子踩响。“呀，宝宝又长高啦！明年衣服就要小喽……”妈妈把我裹在厚厚的毛衣里，像是一个小雪球。但，还是这一件，我的小手今年却已长处袖口一截。原来长大的不只是柿子……
Dusk winter, childhood is the dream that candy frost adorns.
暮冬，童年是糖霜点缀的梦。
Icy little hand left and right sides is moving back and forth the snowman of askew, a small snowflake falls to nose needle, change water to be on my red little face. Taking a string of sugarcoated haws on a stick, fully yellow glittering and translucent rock candy wrap up is on each hawkthorn, sweet, fragile fragile, even if eating is sticky all over the face sticky syrup, still attack by surprise does not live my pour is full the laugh of two dimple ……
冰凉的小手左右摆弄着歪歪扭扭的雪人，一片小雪花落到鼻尖，化作水在我红彤彤的小脸上。拿着一串糖葫芦，透黄晶莹的冰糖包裹在一个个山楂上，甜甜的、脆脆的，就算吃得满脸都是黏黏的糖浆，仍掩不住我斟满两个酒窝的笑……
I have my childhood. The child that is brought up in ” of forest of reinforced concrete “ with those is different. Be the same as in life brightness in commutation of alternant, the four seasons, record the move, happiness that comprehending sweetness often.
我有自己的童年。与那些在钢筋水泥“森林”里长大的孩子不一样。在日月同辉交替、四时变换中，频繁记录着、感悟着甜蜜的美好。(文/宫可欣)