童年,不就是那些穿开裆裤的日子吗? 当春天来了的时候,我就挎上箩筐上山挖野菜。为了能多喝一勺母亲奖赏的稀饭,我总是满山坡的跑,直到箩筐里再也塞不进去了,我便一步三歇地回家。羊羔再饿,我也要等到妈妈 Childhood, is not that those who wear open crotch pants days? When the spring comes, I would like to hang baskets on the mountain dig wild vegetables. In order to be able to drink a spoonful of porridge my mother rewarded, I always ran full of hills until I could not stop in the basket, and I went home step by step. The lamb is hungry again, and I have to wait till my mother