Yung Shue pond, the sound of cicada cried summer. Playground swing there side of the butterfly stopped at the top, waiting for the school waiting for school children waiting for the game." This long time listening to the songs, beautiful melodies. I am just back to the golden childhood.
My childhood was at the foot of the Dabie Mountains in Hubei Province spent Macheng. "Look for the water to look for mountain resorts, to get to Macheng dream." Macheng a long history and splendid culture. Macheng is the old revolutionary base areas, the history of the Republic occupies a glorious page. In this land of red started fighting two well-known - jute uprising army of Liu and Deng Yuejin Dabieshan Trinidad. "人間四月天, Macheng see cuckoo." Yangchun in March, the azaleas phase was open, flourish, colorful. The rhododendrons bloom in the spring, the bloom in the hearts of sons and daughters Macheng. Why are so red azaleas？ It was revolutionary with its blood red, which is blood presence. Endless azaleas have great vitality, it is not 1.2 million children Macheng a symbol of the indomitable revolutionary spirit of it？
I stood in the songs of childhood Yin, the backdrop of the poetry. I was born in a farmer family, her father is farming mother. Particularly good results when my father, written in calligraphy are particularly good. As a result of the Cultural Revolution and many other historical reasons failed. He put their hopes in me, when I have two three-year-old father taught me the ancient back taught me to write poetry. Due to the influence of my father, I love writing from an early age. Fillip moment two decades； two decades Qiushi Chunhua； two decades in mind. The hearts of lingering childhood memories. Whenever the children see on the road to play chase. Scenes of childhood memory surfaced in front of me like yesterday. By the summer trees, catching dragonflies with a number of children catching cicadas, barefoot to the river Ah. Play tired jumped into the river on a cold water bath to wash, how comfortable. By the autumn fruits, peanuts are ripe. Several of our children to the afternoon of cattle, the cattle went to the mountains beyond. We then began to "picnic", a pit dug in the ground, the peanut on the inside. Peanuts covered in the dry. With match point, and after half an hour tasty grilled peanuts on the. To the winter snow, snowflakes have a spondee to the next. Several of our children with a spade, shovel happily to the outside of the snowmen. To do with carrot nose, arm and then use the broom to the snowman do wear a tie on hat red scarf, a lovely moment on the cause of light snow.
What is childhood？ Childhood is a winding country road. where I like laughter, the joy of my footprints. Childhood is low tile-roofed house, which is the cradle I was growing up, is my source of happiness. When reminded of his childhood, I can not help but think of the home of a warm and simple. As the saying goes, misery is a valuable asset in life. It is this piece of barren land, I created a symbol of the character is not afraid of difficulties. Forget the old Ash tree in the entrance to the village, after years of vicissitudes, the baptism of wind and rain, it is still tall and straight so bold. It was a time people seem to have witnessed the historical changes in this land.
Childhood dream of my innocence, my fond memories. This time immemorial the years to come will always be fixed in my mind that I can remember the long history as a meaningful landscape.
“池塘邊的榕樹(shù)下，知了聲聲的叫著夏天。操場(chǎng)邊的秋千上還有蝴蝶停在上面，等待著下課等待著放學(xué)等待著游戲的童年”。聽(tīng)著這久違的歌聲、優(yōu)美的旋律。我仿佛又回到了金色的童年。
我的童年是在湖北麻城大別山腳下度過(guò)的?！皩ど綄に雱俚?，尋根尋夢(mèng)到麻城”。麻城歷史悠久、文化燦爛。麻城是革命老區(qū)，在共和國(guó)歷占據(jù)著輝煌的一頁(yè)。在這塊紅色的土地上打響了兩場(chǎng)的戰(zhàn)斗——黃麻起義、劉鄧大軍千里躍進(jìn)大別山。“人間四月天，麻城看杜鵑”。陽(yáng)春三月，漫山遍野的杜鵑花竟相開(kāi)放、爭(zhēng)奇斗艷、姹紫嫣紅。杜鵑花開(kāi)在春天里，綻放在麻城兒女的心中。杜鵑花為什么那么紅？那是革命烈士用鮮血染紅了它，這是血染的風(fēng)采。杜鵑花生生不息有強(qiáng)大的生命力，那不正是一百二十萬(wàn)麻城兒女不屈不撓革命精神的象征嗎？
我的童年矗立在歌吟里，掩映在詩(shī)詞中。我出生于一個(gè)農(nóng)民家庭，爸爸是篾匠媽媽務(wù)農(nóng)。爸爸小時(shí)候成績(jī)特別優(yōu)秀，毛筆字寫(xiě)的特別好。由于文化*等諸多歷史原因未能圓大學(xué)夢(mèng)。他便把希望寄托在我身上，我兩三歲的時(shí)候爸爸教我背古詩(shī)詞教我寫(xiě)字。由于受爸爸的熏陶，我從小就愛(ài)好寫(xiě)作。二十年彈指一瞬間；二十年春花秋實(shí)；二十年物換星移。心中揮之不去的是童年美好回憶。每當(dāng)看到小孩在路上追逐嬉戲。童年的往事一幕幕浮現(xiàn)在我眼前仿如昨日。到了綠樹(shù)成蔭的夏天，幾個(gè)小朋友一起捕蜻蜓捕蟬，光著腳丫去河里摸魚(yú)。玩累了就跳進(jìn)河里洗個(gè)冷水澡，是多么歡暢、愜意。到了碩果累累的秋天，花生都成熟了。我們幾個(gè)小朋友下午去放牛，把牛趕到山上以后。我們便開(kāi)始“野炊”，在地上挖一個(gè)坑，把花生放在里面。在花生上面覆蓋上干柴。用火柴點(diǎn)著，過(guò)了半小時(shí)香噴噴的花生就烤熟了。到了銀裝素裹的冬天，雪花紛紛揚(yáng)揚(yáng)的下了一地。我們幾個(gè)小朋友拿著鐵鍬、鏟子興高采烈的去外面堆雪人。用紅蘿卜做鼻子，用掃把做手臂然后給雪人戴上一頂帽子系上紅領(lǐng)巾，不一會(huì)兒一個(gè)可愛(ài)的小雪人就做成了。
童年是什么？童年是彎彎曲曲的鄉(xiāng)間小路。那里有我銀鈴般的笑聲，有我歡樂(lè)的足跡。童年是低矮的瓦房，那是我成長(zhǎng)的搖籃，是我快樂(lè)的源泉。每當(dāng)想起童年，我就情不自禁想起溫馨而簡(jiǎn)陋的故鄉(xiāng)。俗話說(shuō)苦難是人生的一筆寶貴財(cái)富。正是這塊貧瘠的土地造就了我剛毅、不怕困難的品格。難忘村口的那棵老槐樹(shù)，經(jīng)過(guò)歲月的滄桑、風(fēng)雨的洗禮，它依然是那么剛勁挺拔。它仿佛是一位歲月老人見(jiàn)證了這塊土地上的歷史變遷。
童年有我純真的夢(mèng)想，有我美好的回憶。這亙古的歲月將永遠(yuǎn)定格在我心里，成為我記憶長(zhǎng)河里雋永的風(fēng)景。
My childhood was at the foot of the Dabie Mountains in Hubei Province spent Macheng. "Look for the water to look for mountain resorts, to get to Macheng dream." Macheng a long history and splendid culture. Macheng is the old revolutionary base areas, the history of the Republic occupies a glorious page. In this land of red started fighting two well-known - jute uprising army of Liu and Deng Yuejin Dabieshan Trinidad. "人間四月天, Macheng see cuckoo." Yangchun in March, the azaleas phase was open, flourish, colorful. The rhododendrons bloom in the spring, the bloom in the hearts of sons and daughters Macheng. Why are so red azaleas？ It was revolutionary with its blood red, which is blood presence. Endless azaleas have great vitality, it is not 1.2 million children Macheng a symbol of the indomitable revolutionary spirit of it？
I stood in the songs of childhood Yin, the backdrop of the poetry. I was born in a farmer family, her father is farming mother. Particularly good results when my father, written in calligraphy are particularly good. As a result of the Cultural Revolution and many other historical reasons failed. He put their hopes in me, when I have two three-year-old father taught me the ancient back taught me to write poetry. Due to the influence of my father, I love writing from an early age. Fillip moment two decades； two decades Qiushi Chunhua； two decades in mind. The hearts of lingering childhood memories. Whenever the children see on the road to play chase. Scenes of childhood memory surfaced in front of me like yesterday. By the summer trees, catching dragonflies with a number of children catching cicadas, barefoot to the river Ah. Play tired jumped into the river on a cold water bath to wash, how comfortable. By the autumn fruits, peanuts are ripe. Several of our children to the afternoon of cattle, the cattle went to the mountains beyond. We then began to "picnic", a pit dug in the ground, the peanut on the inside. Peanuts covered in the dry. With match point, and after half an hour tasty grilled peanuts on the. To the winter snow, snowflakes have a spondee to the next. Several of our children with a spade, shovel happily to the outside of the snowmen. To do with carrot nose, arm and then use the broom to the snowman do wear a tie on hat red scarf, a lovely moment on the cause of light snow.
What is childhood？ Childhood is a winding country road. where I like laughter, the joy of my footprints. Childhood is low tile-roofed house, which is the cradle I was growing up, is my source of happiness. When reminded of his childhood, I can not help but think of the home of a warm and simple. As the saying goes, misery is a valuable asset in life. It is this piece of barren land, I created a symbol of the character is not afraid of difficulties. Forget the old Ash tree in the entrance to the village, after years of vicissitudes, the baptism of wind and rain, it is still tall and straight so bold. It was a time people seem to have witnessed the historical changes in this land.
Childhood dream of my innocence, my fond memories. This time immemorial the years to come will always be fixed in my mind that I can remember the long history as a meaningful landscape.
“池塘邊的榕樹(shù)下，知了聲聲的叫著夏天。操場(chǎng)邊的秋千上還有蝴蝶停在上面，等待著下課等待著放學(xué)等待著游戲的童年”。聽(tīng)著這久違的歌聲、優(yōu)美的旋律。我仿佛又回到了金色的童年。
我的童年是在湖北麻城大別山腳下度過(guò)的?！皩ど綄に雱俚?，尋根尋夢(mèng)到麻城”。麻城歷史悠久、文化燦爛。麻城是革命老區(qū)，在共和國(guó)歷占據(jù)著輝煌的一頁(yè)。在這塊紅色的土地上打響了兩場(chǎng)的戰(zhàn)斗——黃麻起義、劉鄧大軍千里躍進(jìn)大別山。“人間四月天，麻城看杜鵑”。陽(yáng)春三月，漫山遍野的杜鵑花竟相開(kāi)放、爭(zhēng)奇斗艷、姹紫嫣紅。杜鵑花開(kāi)在春天里，綻放在麻城兒女的心中。杜鵑花為什么那么紅？那是革命烈士用鮮血染紅了它，這是血染的風(fēng)采。杜鵑花生生不息有強(qiáng)大的生命力，那不正是一百二十萬(wàn)麻城兒女不屈不撓革命精神的象征嗎？
我的童年矗立在歌吟里，掩映在詩(shī)詞中。我出生于一個(gè)農(nóng)民家庭，爸爸是篾匠媽媽務(wù)農(nóng)。爸爸小時(shí)候成績(jī)特別優(yōu)秀，毛筆字寫(xiě)的特別好。由于文化*等諸多歷史原因未能圓大學(xué)夢(mèng)。他便把希望寄托在我身上，我兩三歲的時(shí)候爸爸教我背古詩(shī)詞教我寫(xiě)字。由于受爸爸的熏陶，我從小就愛(ài)好寫(xiě)作。二十年彈指一瞬間；二十年春花秋實(shí)；二十年物換星移。心中揮之不去的是童年美好回憶。每當(dāng)看到小孩在路上追逐嬉戲。童年的往事一幕幕浮現(xiàn)在我眼前仿如昨日。到了綠樹(shù)成蔭的夏天，幾個(gè)小朋友一起捕蜻蜓捕蟬，光著腳丫去河里摸魚(yú)。玩累了就跳進(jìn)河里洗個(gè)冷水澡，是多么歡暢、愜意。到了碩果累累的秋天，花生都成熟了。我們幾個(gè)小朋友下午去放牛，把牛趕到山上以后。我們便開(kāi)始“野炊”，在地上挖一個(gè)坑，把花生放在里面。在花生上面覆蓋上干柴。用火柴點(diǎn)著，過(guò)了半小時(shí)香噴噴的花生就烤熟了。到了銀裝素裹的冬天，雪花紛紛揚(yáng)揚(yáng)的下了一地。我們幾個(gè)小朋友拿著鐵鍬、鏟子興高采烈的去外面堆雪人。用紅蘿卜做鼻子，用掃把做手臂然后給雪人戴上一頂帽子系上紅領(lǐng)巾，不一會(huì)兒一個(gè)可愛(ài)的小雪人就做成了。
童年是什么？童年是彎彎曲曲的鄉(xiāng)間小路。那里有我銀鈴般的笑聲，有我歡樂(lè)的足跡。童年是低矮的瓦房，那是我成長(zhǎng)的搖籃，是我快樂(lè)的源泉。每當(dāng)想起童年，我就情不自禁想起溫馨而簡(jiǎn)陋的故鄉(xiāng)。俗話說(shuō)苦難是人生的一筆寶貴財(cái)富。正是這塊貧瘠的土地造就了我剛毅、不怕困難的品格。難忘村口的那棵老槐樹(shù)，經(jīng)過(guò)歲月的滄桑、風(fēng)雨的洗禮，它依然是那么剛勁挺拔。它仿佛是一位歲月老人見(jiàn)證了這塊土地上的歷史變遷。
童年有我純真的夢(mèng)想，有我美好的回憶。這亙古的歲月將永遠(yuǎn)定格在我心里，成為我記憶長(zhǎng)河里雋永的風(fēng)景。