风吹在脸上,柔柔的,阳光照得人微微有些醉意,走路都似乎摇晃起来,像是在荡秋千,一荡便荡回了童年,依稀听到风中传来欢快的笑声。我觉得自己应该算是青年了,竟还对童年的故事念念不忘,而一半以上的故事都是这样开头的:“妈妈上班去了,我自己坐在秋千上,把秋千荡得老高老高,我笑 The wind blew on his face, the tenderness, and the sun shining on him with a hint of drunkenness. The walk seemed to shake. It was like swinging and swinging back to his childhood. He heard faint laughter in the wind. I think I should be young. I still remember the story of my childhood. More than half of the stories begin with the following words: “My mother went to work. I sat on the swing myself, swinging my swing up and standing tall and old. I laugh