Speak of childhood, the noise side ear had familiar air: On the banyan of “ pond edge, cicada is calling summer in succession ……” . Childhood resembles bottle of the five flavors, joys and sorrows of life is salty all have; Childhood also resembles notebook, recorded good moment, the aftertaste is boundless.
说起童年，耳边响起了熟悉的旋律的：“池塘边的榕树上，知了在声声地叫着夏天……”。童年就像五味瓶，酸甜苦辣咸皆有；童年也像记事本，记下了美好的瞬间，回味无穷。
Horological the click that go up reminded me, see time, should go going to school. Gave a door, chu Dong's weather very make a person comfortable, cool wind gently blowing, imperceptible, I chose to stand by that canal of lawn. A breeze is blown, a pure and fresh sweetgrass flavour is tangy and into. In a moment, what does my resembling remember like, laughed slightly. In one's childhood, mom often arrives together with me south the bridge goes skiing. She always is taking a walk aside, my criterion is wearing ice skate, open double arm, in south popularly flies to slipping above the lake of the bridge, allow to blow chaos by wind my hair, sweat soaks my garment unlined upper garment, tired, rest on the chair that writes a composition by. Every time at this moment, wayside herb can send out the faint scent that gives intoxicate, my devouringly absorb is worn, this is the flavour of nature. Be lost in when everybody perfume flavour, red light wine is green in when, I aux would rather in quiet woods breath is put that only however, natural breath, a wild flower is picked gently in brushwood, nose a light fragrance. I believe, this flavour is more pleasant than a kind of any perfume, more what is more,the rather that, it is among this, still have the memory of my childhood. How long did not go south did the bridge ice-skating? Had two years probably! Today in the winter, I must go to that, do silently go up in the chair, sample the flavour …… of childhood
钟表上的滴答声提醒了我，看了看时间，该去上学了。出了家门，初冬的天气很让人舒服，凉爽的风轻轻的吹着，不知不觉，我选择了靠近草坪的那条小道。一阵微风吹来，一股清新的香草味扑鼻而入。霎时，我像想起什么似的，微微地笑了。小时候，妈妈常和我一起到南桥去滑冰。她总在一旁散步，我则穿着溜冰鞋，张开双臂，在南桥的湖上面飞一般地滑着，任由风吹乱我的头发，汗水浸透我的衣衫，累了，就在旁边作文的椅子上休息。每当这时，路旁的香草就会散发出醉人的清香，我贪婪地吸吮着，这便是大自然的味道。当所有人都沉醉于香水味，红灯酒绿中的时候，我却宁愿在静谧的树林中呼吸那一股仅存的、自然的气息，轻轻地在草丛中摘下一朵野花，嗅到一阵淡淡的芬芳。我相信，这味道比任何一种香水都好闻，更何况，在这中间，还有我童年的回忆。有多长时间没去南桥溜冰了？大概有两年了吧！今天冬天，我一定要到那去，静静地做在椅子上，品尝童年的味道……
Childhood resembles plain boiled water, in flowing into a heart, particular pleasant is sweet, pure like crystal also get rid of shows the spirit when. I cannot forget from beginning to end, in interior innermost the memory …… of a light childhood
童年像白开水，流入心中，独有的甘甜，儿时的心灵也如水晶般纯净剔透。我始终无法忘记，在心灵最深处的一抹淡淡的童年的回忆……(文/杨海璐)