儿时,我是洁莹无瑕的露珠一颗,妈妈慈爱的掌心是我的温床。在彩霞满天的榕树下,我和同伴们玩着骑竹马的游戏,脚旁花草散发着淡淡的清香。蝶翼翩翩,欢笑成诗:玩绿了春天,热闹了夏天,摘下了秋天,堆起了冬天。新草萌芽,流年更替。妈妈的手 When I was a child, I was one of the unblemished dew drops of Jie Ying. My mother’s loving palm was my hotbed. Under the banyan tree full of colorful clouds, I played a game of bamboo horses with my companions. The flowers on my feet gave off a hint of fragrance. Butterfly wings, laughter into poetry: playing the green spring, lively summer, picked off the fall, heaped up the winter. The new grass sprouts, changing years. Mom’s hand