扭亮台灯,在昏黄的光下铺一张稿纸,提起笔来想写些东西,又无从下手,只感觉心中涌动着什么。窗外刮着风,树叶沙沙作响,小屋内仍暖意融融,使我体味到家的温馨。索性放下笔,让思绪飘回那过去的一幕一幕。我念小学的时候,由于父母工作调动,我们一家四口人临时 Twist the table lamp, spread a piece of manuscript under the light of dim light, raise the pen to write something, and have no way to start, only feel what is moving in the heart. The wind blows out the window, the leaves rustle, and the hut is still warm and warm, so that I appreciate the warmth of home. Simply put down the pen and let the thoughts drift back to the past scene. When I was in primary school, my parents and family were temporarily transferred.