雨后初晴的校园墙角里站满一群红领巾,潮湿的砖块下,同学们一边用小木棍拨弄着蜗牛,一边兴高采烈地唱着童谣:“蜗牛,蜗牛,先出犄角后出头……”蜗牛背着“房子”在潮湿的墙角慢慢爬行,慢得让人心疼。小时候,故乡山多水多,稻田多,蜗牛多。我像男孩子一样天马行空,喜欢逮蜗牛……蜗牛总是藏在圆圆的 Early in the rain the campus corner stood a group of red scarves, wet bricks, the students while playing with a small stick snail, while singing a happy rhyme nursery rhyme: “snail, snail, the first out of the temple after the head ... Snail carrying ”house " Crawling slowly in the damp corner, slow to make people feel bad. As a child, the hometown of mountain water, more rice, more snails. I like a boy as abstract, like to catch snails ... snails are always hidden in the round