Childhood, that is a fond dream, the dream of beautiful Huan of an United States annulus; Childhood, that is a kind of colour, a kind of profusion is beautiful gorgeous; Childhood, that is a kind of luxury, one kind weighs the extravagant hopes that come hard; Childhood, that is a kind of freedom, one kind unrestrained carefree; Childhood, that is a kind of experience, one kind swings the associate with of gas ileum; Childhood, that is a paragraph of days, a paragraph of unforgettable all one's life time; Childhood, that is a kind of happiness, a kind unapproachable lucky.
童年，那是一场美梦，一场美轮美奂的梦境；童年，那是一种色彩，一种缤纷绮丽的绚烂；童年，那是一种奢侈，一种难以重来的奢望；童年，那是一种自由，一种无拘无束的畅快；童年，那是一种经历，一种荡气回肠的过往；童年，那是一段时光，一段终生难忘的光阴；童年，那是一种幸福，一种无与伦比的幸运。
Childhood is pure. Childhood moment, we are white like a piece paper is same, depending on oneself little heart, borrow recumbent oneself little experience, be in ceaselessly oneself depict the world in him eye on this piece of canvas, depict is worn the mankind in him eye, that wonderful world in him eye, the world of profusion, wide world, that kind-hearted people in him eye, angel people, pure people. Childhood moment, we are returned too too puerile, too cross muddled, too too green acerbity, too too ignorant, but because such, our idea is simple a lot of, speech is simple a lot of, love is true a lot of, the burden passes less a lot of, sadness disappears very the composition is much. We should like to ask, such childhood, whether be you most the purest time?
童年是纯真的。童年时候，我们就像一张白纸一样，凭借着自己幼小的心灵，借靠着自己小小的见识，不断在自己这张画布上描绘自己眼中的世界，描写着自己眼中的人类，自己眼中那美妙的世界，缤纷的世界，宽阔的世界，自己眼中那善良的人们，可爱的人们，纯真的人们。童年时候，我们还太过稚嫩，太过懵懂，太过青涩，太过无知，可是正因为如此，我们的心思简单许多，话语简单许多，感情真挚许多，负担少过很多，忧愁不见很作文多。试问，这样的童年，是否是你最最纯洁的年代呢？
Childhood is happy. Small when, so the person is doting on we, keep an eye on is worn we, kid is worn we, they gave us Gan Tian, left oneself difficultly, gave us happiness, miserable left oneself, smooth and steady gave us, left oneself harships. because, we hide in to do not have storm, without sea, without hardship, without hardships, without shrewdness, did not grow slowly in painful heaven, live slowly, so in our world a few less combat, a few more harmonious, a few less calculate, a few more open-armed, a few less dark, a few more bright. We should like to ask, such childhood, whether be you most the happiest days?
童年是快乐的。小的时候，所以人都宠爱着我们，关照着我们，逗弄着我们，他们把甘甜给了我们，把艰苦留给了自己，把幸福给了我们，把辛酸留给了自己，把安稳给了我们，把风雨留给了自己。正因为，我们躲在一个没有风暴，没有大浪，没有艰难，没有艰辛，没有城府，没有痛苦的天堂里慢慢成长，慢慢生活，所以我们的世界里少了一些争斗，多了一些和睦，少了一些算计，多了一些真心，少了一些黑暗，多了一些明亮。试问，这样的童年，是否是你最最快乐的时光呢？
Childhood resembles is a kind of magic, let you be infatuated with among them hard get away, let you be immersed in in the center hard extricate oneself, wait for you to sink into gradually inside ignorance when, when you lost ego step by step, it is met brandish brandish wing, do not take away to care, leave us to be in for nothing wake partly half drunk, half dream wakes partly inside the aftertaste is boundless.
童年就像是一种幻术，让你迷恋其中难以抽身，让你陷入当中难以自拔，等你渐渐沉沦在无知里面时，当你一步步迷失了自我时，它便会挥挥翅膀，不带走一丝牵挂，空留我们在半醒半醉，半梦半醒里面回味无穷。(文/姚变花)