“池塘边的榕树上,知了还在声声地叫着夏天;操场边的秋千上,只有蝴蝶停在上面;黑板上老师的粉笔还在吱吱咔咔写个不停……等待着下课,等待着放学,等待着我们的童年。”熟悉的旋律让我们回到过去,还记得放学后同学们蹲在地上玩弹玻璃珠,还记得小伙伴们一起争抢同一本小人书,还记得打瞌睡罚站了半天,还记得多少事仿佛就在眼前,弹指间都变成遥远的从前。难忘童年的游戏,难忘美丽的童年…… On the banyan tree by the pond, I heard that I was still crying out loud in the summer; only the butterflies were parked on the swing beside the playground; the teacher’s chalk on the blackboard was still creaking; I was waiting for get out of class , Waiting for school, waiting for our childhood. "Familiar melody let us back in the past, I still remember students after school squatting on the ground playing glass beads, remember the companions scramble for the same books, but also Remember to snooze stood for a long time, remember how many things seem to be at hand, the fingertips have become distant past. Unforgettable childhood games, unforgettable childhood ...