蟋蟀唧唧,夜雨淅沥,伴随着童年时代的沙沙声飘入我的梦境。只道是寻常,那寻常的篱笆小院、无忧无虑的稚气却找不回了。——题记那是我梦中的桃花源,是我灵魂的栖息处。满园尽是洗也洗不净的春色。目光及处,花花草草,山山水水。春芽萌动的秀色,种进孩子的心间。寻常不过的北方小镇,榆树、土狗、菜畦,我跟随姥姥来到这片土地。茅檐低矮,却足以容纳孩子的童真。茂密的爬山虎缀满菜园的篱笆,墙 Hey, the night is raining and falling, with the rustling of childhood wafting into my dreams. The only way is ordinary, the ordinary fenced-in courtyard, carefree and childlike but unable to get back. - Inscription That was the source of my dream, the habitat of my soul. The garden is full of wash and wash spring. Eyes and places, flowers, grass and mountains. The sprouts of spring buds grow into the child’s heart. In northern towns that are unusually common, banyan trees, earth dogs, and vegetable crickets, I came to this land with crickets. The low grass is enough to accommodate the children’s innocence. A dense creeper adorns the fence, wall of a vegetable garden