耳边响起的是女儿喜欢的班德瑞的《童年》乐章。在那悠远、舒展的乐曲声中,我的思绪好像穿越了时间的天空和遥远的岁月,回到难忘的童年时光。多少思绪在飞翔,多少痛楚在生长。在那早已久远的岁月,童年的好时光,化作青青的小草,红红的野花,徜徉在稚嫩的梦乡。童年的泪水是草叶上的露珠,童年的幼稚是丛林中的花香,童年的回忆是永不可企及的芬芳。 Ear is ringing the daughter of Bande Rui’s “childhood” movement. In the sound of distant, stretching music, my thoughts seemed to pass the sky of time and the distant years to return to unforgettable childhood. How many thoughts are flying, how many pains are growing. In that long old years, childhood good times, turned into green grass, red wildflowers, wandering in immature dreams. Childhood tears is dew on the blades of grass, childish childhood is the jungle flowers, childhood memories are unaffordable fragrance.