下面是一篇中考佳作,请一同走进小作者内心的“最美”。记忆的碎片散落四处,发出一声又一声叮铃的声音。这清脆的铃声回荡在我的耳畔,它们因为长时间被遗忘而显得有些黯淡。我蹲下身,将它们拾起,编奏成属于我自己的歌谣。我大部分的童年时光都是在乡下度过的,那里没有玩具,没有网络,没有高楼大厦,有的只是那空旷而又恬静的田野,同我一起玩耍的大树小草、石子小路,当然还有我爱的和爱我的奶奶。奶奶一辈子都在农田里耕种,在家里忙碌, The following is a masterpiece of the exam, please go into the “most beautiful” of the young author’s heart. Fragments of memory scattered around and made a sound of buzzing. The crisp bells echoed in my ear, and they looked bleak because they were forgotten for a long time. I kneeled down, picked them up, and composed them into my own songs. Most of my childhood was spent in the countryside. There were no toys, no internet, no high-rise buildings. There were only empty and quiet fields, big trees, grass and gravel roads that played with me. Of course, And I love and love my grandma. Grandma is cultivating her farmland all her life and is busy at home.