In me 5 years old that year, my mother hands the paper box of my rectangle, I open a box. "It is an ursine baby " ! I am screaming. Whole body of this only ursine child is brown, there is a gules love on abdomen.
在我五岁的那年，我的母亲递给我一个长方形的纸盒子，我打开盒子。“是一只熊娃娃”！我尖叫着。这只熊娃娃全身棕色，肚子上有一颗红色的爱心。
I like him gradually, as a result at be opposite it fondles admiringly. I rebuke this without the jubilation of the reason baby, that pair of sharp small eyes and the small mouth of one Zhang Wei laugh. It accompanies me to sleep in the evening everyday.
我逐渐喜欢他，以致于对它爱不释手。我无原因的喜欢这只熊娃娃，那双炯炯有神的小眼睛和一张微笑的小嘴。它每天晚上陪我睡觉。
I am ursine to this baby love is very deep, he is a when mom sends me best friend. Return the home everyday, walk into a bedroom, look at the ursine baby before the bed, he still sits in the bed as usual classy I come home, jump over as grade tall, exercise is added gradually much, I also gradually its oversight.
我对这只熊娃娃感情很深，他是妈妈送我的一个最好的朋友。每天回到家，走进卧室，看着床前的熊娃娃，他依然像往常一样坐在床上等我回家，随着年级越高，作业逐渐增多，我也逐渐把它忽略。
Sunday, I remembered ursine child, the result searched to be not worn, I search the bedroom, wish to turn over aperture search, still searching, I ask mom Mom: "Mom, did you see my ursine child? " mom is in chop flesh, drop the work in the hand, respecting: "Oh, after I wash it clean, put store in content ark, "How? Should you look for it? " I oh, the stride runs store before content ark, I turned over every drawer, be in eventually most it was found in the drawer that carries a layer on the head, it resembles same before, but the heart on his abdomen cut a hole, I hold it in the arms come down, rise its breach suture, put to the bed.
一个星期天，我想起了熊娃娃，结果找不着了，我把卧室翻个遍，恨不得把缝隙都翻找一遍，还是没找着，我问妈妈妈：“妈，你见我的熊娃娃了吗？”妈妈正在剁肉，放下手中的活，说到：“哦，我把它洗干净后，放到储物柜里了，“怎么啦？你要找它？”我哦了一声，大步跑到储物柜前，我翻开了每个抽屉，终于在最顶层的抽屉中找到了它，它像以前一样，可是他的肚子上的心破了一个洞，我把它抱下来，把它的缺口缝合起来，放到了床上。
My target-seeking is not ursine baby, however a good associate, it is childhood, it is memory.
我寻的不是熊娃娃，而是一个好伙伴，是童年，是回忆。