\"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. \"人间四月天, 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.
“池塘边的榕树下，知了声声的叫着夏天。操场边的秋千上还有蝴蝶停在上面，等待着下课等待着放学等待着游戏的童年”。听着这久违的歌声、优美的旋律。我仿佛又回到了金色的童年。
我的童年是在湖北麻城大别山脚下度过的。“寻山寻水入胜地，寻根寻梦到麻城”。麻城历史悠久、文化灿烂。麻城是革命老区，在共和国历史上占据着辉煌的一页。在这块红色的土地上打响了两场著名的战斗——黄麻起义、刘邓大军千里跃进大别山。“人间四月天，麻城看杜鹃”。阳春三月，漫山遍野的杜鹃花竟相开放、争奇斗艳、姹紫嫣红。杜鹃花开在春天里，绽放在麻城儿女的心中。杜鹃花为什么那么红？那是革命烈士用鲜血染红了它，这是血染的风采。杜鹃花生生不息有强大的生命力，那不正是一百二十万麻城儿女不屈不挠革命精神的象征吗？分页标题#e#我的童年矗立在歌吟里，掩映在诗词中。我出生于一个农民家庭，爸爸是篾匠妈妈务农。爸爸小时候成绩特别优秀，毛笔字写的特别好。由于文化大革命等诸多历史原因未能圆大学梦。他便把希望寄托在我身上，我两三岁的时候爸爸教我背古诗词教我写字。由于受爸爸的熏陶，我从小就爱好写作。二十年弹指一瞬间；二十年春花秋实；二十年物换星移。心中挥之不去的是童年美好回忆。每当看到小孩在路上追逐嬉戏。童年的往事一幕幕浮现在我眼前仿如昨日。到了绿树成荫的夏天，几个小朋友一起捕蜻蜓捕蝉，光着脚丫去河里摸鱼。玩累了就跳进河里洗个冷水澡，是多么欢畅、惬意。到了硕果累累的秋天，花生都成熟了。我们几个小朋友下午去放牛，把牛赶到山上以后。我们便开始“野炊”，在地上挖一个坑，把花生放在里面。在花生上面覆盖上干柴。用火柴点着，过了半小时香喷喷的花生就烤熟了。到了银装素裹的冬天，雪花纷纷扬扬的下了一地。我们几个小朋友拿着铁锹、铲子兴高采烈的去外面堆雪人。用红萝卜做鼻子，用扫把做手臂然后给雪人戴上一顶帽子系上红领巾，不一会儿一个可爱的小雪人就做成了。 童年是什么？童年是弯弯曲曲的乡间小路。那里有我银铃般的笑声，有我欢乐的足迹。童年是低矮的瓦房，那是我成长的摇篮，是我快乐的源泉。每当想起童年，我就情不自禁想起温馨而简陋的故乡。俗话说苦难是人生的一笔宝贵财富。正是这块贫瘠的土地造就了我刚毅、不怕困难的品格。难忘村口的那棵老槐树，经过岁月的沧桑、风雨的洗礼，它依然是那么刚劲挺拔。它仿佛是一位岁月老人见证了这块土地上的历史变迁。 童年有我纯真的梦想，有我美好的回忆。这亘古的岁月将永远定格在我心里，成为我记忆长河里隽永的风景。