怀念那时的滑板车,抚摸着全身布满铁锈的它,谁能想到,它曾是我爱不释手舍不得用的宝贝;谁又能想到,那位送我滑板车的老人早已离我远去?望着窗外渐渐散开的浓雾,我的记忆之门也慢慢打开。上小学时,不懂攀比,有吃有穿就是最大的幸福,很容易满足。唯有一样东西是我梦寐以求的,那就是一辆滑板车。看见别的孩子骑着漂亮的滑板车在花园里穿梭,我又羡慕又嫉 Miss the scooter at that time, stroking the body covered with rust it, who can think of, it used to be my favorite baby reluctantly; who can think of, who sent me the scooter already far away? Gradually spread out the window thick fog, my door of memory is slowly opened. Primary school, do not understand comparisons, eat and wear are the greatest happiness, it is easy to meet. The only thing I ever dreamed of is a scooter. See other children riding a beautiful scooter in the garden shuttle, I envy and envy