童年即将过去,我们都将长大。从儿时的无知到长大的烦恼,渐渐远去的童年时光,越来越模糊……忘了骄阳下的顶着草帽,在田里玩耍。一会儿弄断了瓜蔓儿,一会儿摔碎了西瓜,一会儿踢飞了白菜,一会儿掰了一个玉米,一会儿采了一朵小花,一会儿和泥巴,一会儿捉蚂蚱。有时,还在田间地头上与蝴蝶蜻蜓戏耍。忘了树下的秋千,在田间小路边荡啊荡。闻泥土的清香,嗅野花的芬芳,瞧蚂蚁搬家,看蜜蜂采花,听蝉儿歌唱,望蓝天白云,有时,还会与 Childhood is about to pass, and we will all grow up. From childhood ignorance to grow up trouble, fading childhood, more and more blurred ...... forget the sun under the hat, playing in the fields. While breaking the melon, breaking the watermelon for a while, kicking off the cabbage for a while, breaking the corn for a while, then taking a flower for a while, the mud for a moment, and the grasshopper for a while. Sometimes playing with butterflies and dragonflies on the fields. Forget the swing under the tree, swing in the field sidewalks. Smell the fragrance of the soil, smell the fragrance of wildflowers, look at the ants move to see the bee flowers, listen to the song singing, hope the blue sky and white clouds, and sometimes with