深秋,南方的城市里,树叶依然挺立在枝上,青青翠翠。此时的北方,应该已是另一番景象了吧?和妈妈走在回家的途中,望着路边的大树,我想起了北方外婆家纷飞的落叶。“宝贝,你有梦想吗?”妈妈拉着我的手突然问。梦想?我愣了一下,当然有,但有又怎么样?从我记事起,您就拉着我,一会儿学语训, In late autumn, in southern cities, the leaves are still standing on the branches, green and green. At this time in the north, should have been a different scene, right? And my mother walked home on the way, looking at the roadside trees, I remembered the grandmother in the north of the falling leaves. “Baby, do you have a dream?” Mom suddenly asked my hand. Dream? I stunned for a moment, of course, but how? From my mind, you took me, while learning language training,