猎猎飘扬的队旗,迎风起舞的星星火炬,曾使我的童年充满了憧憬与渴望:多么想高举队旗,带着鲜艳的红领巾挺胸走在高大马缨树遮避的小小校园里。然而,好事偏不遂愿。升入二年级,盼星星、望月亮一般等到了“六一”入队,我却因晚生了五个月而被搁置在“等明年”的悲惨行列。庆祝会上,听别人唱“六月里 Hunting fluttering team flags, the stars dancing in the wind torch had made my childhood filled with longing and desire: how to raise the flag, with a bright red scarf Chest to walk in the tall mammoth trees sheltered small campus. However, the good thing is partial to wish. Ascend to the second grade, hope the stars, the moon generally wait until the ”61“ into the team, but I was late for five months and was shelved in the ”next year,“ the tragic ranks. Celebrate the meeting, listen to others singing ”in June