童年如梦,似流星往事如烟,似纱带静听文中,乳汗事只博观者,惜年华童年如梦,有些清晰有些朦胧,童年如云,飘过湛蓝的天空,给人以美的回忆。想爸爸带我去上小学时,总是不那么听话,上课,头往书桌里钻,老师说总是不听,气得老师找我爸,久而久之,爸爸对我的方法是巧克力和皮带,然而我 Childhood is like a dream. Like a meteor, it resembles smoke. Like a veil of music, it only listens to viewers. It’s a pity to have a childhood dream. Some are clear and embarrassed, and childhood is like a cloud. It floats through a blue sky and gives people a beautiful life. Memories. When Dad took me to elementary school, I was always not so obedient. I went to class and head to drill at the desk. The teacher said that she wouldn’t listen and the teacher would find my dad. As time went by, my father’s method for me was chocolate and leather belts. However, I