年幼时,我喜欢坐在他肩膀上看天,结实有力的肩膀是我儿时最温暖的港湾。那时,我坐在他肩头,看着天从美丽的蓝衣裙逐渐变成一团燃烧的火焰,看得起劲时,两眼瞪得溜圆,咿咿呀呀地乱动乱抓,揪着他凌乱的头发,问:“你是什么呀?”他微笑着抬头望着那一片温柔的蓝,答道:“我是天空呀。” When I was young, I like to sit on his shoulders to see the sky, strong shoulders is the warmest harbor of my childhood. At that moment, I was sitting on his shoulder and watching the day gradually turn into a burning flame from the beautiful blue dress. When I was able to look forward, my eyes ran round and round, Hair, ask: “What are you??” He looked up at a gentle blue smile, replied: “I am the sky. ”