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童年的大部分记忆仿佛一张张被岁月冲蚀的胶片般已模糊不清,但有一些画面,却定格在那里,格外清晰。小时候,父母的工作很忙,刚出生55天的我就被送到了育红班。记得育红班的最后一个“六一”儿童节,第一次化彩妆的我表演完节目还不舍得脱下漂亮的演出服,坐在小板凳上等着爸妈来接我。可我却看着身边的小朋友一个个被接走,最后只剩下我一个人。看到妈妈出现的那一瞬间,我嚎啕大哭起来,把美美的彩妆也给哭花了。
Much of childhood’s memory resembles a film that has been eclipsed by years of age as blurry but framed but still framed there. When I was young, my parents worked very hard. I was sent to the Yurong class just after I was 55 days old. I remember the last red “Childrens Day ” Children’s Day, the first make-up of my performance program is not willing to take off the beautiful costumes, sitting on the bench waiting for my parents to pick me up. But I looked around the children one by one was taken away, leaving me alone. When I saw my mom appeared, I burst into tears and took the makeup of the United States and the United States to cry.