时间就像指缝中流过的细沙,转瞬即逝,让人来不及挽留。现在的我,已经是一名中学生了,但小时候的一切还总是清晰地浮现在眼前。一岁的我,在妈妈的保护下蹒跚学步,双手紧紧抓着妈妈的手。现在的我,在操场上与伙伴们追逐着,奔跑着,身后是一片呐喊声。五岁的我,在纸上胡乱地画着“一、二、三”等不像字的汉字,不时丢下笔跑去玩一会 Time is like the sand flowing through the fingers, fleeting, too late to retain. Now I, is already a high school student, but all the time still always clear to emerge. One year old, I toddled under the protection of my mother, my hands clutching my mother’s hand. Now I, in the playground chase with the partners, running, behind a shout. I am five years old, casually painted on the paper “one, two, three ” and other characters do not like the word, from time to time dropped his pen to go play for a while