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时间是贼,偷走了最天真烂漫的笑容,只留下一抹微光,渐渐地,消散在曾经稚嫩的脸上。多少次,梦回童年,看着那俏皮的羊角辫,在最熟悉的小胡同儿里摇晃;三三两两的小伙伴,摇着大绳儿,欢快地笑;吃着冰棍儿,把夏天的炎热统统赶跑。可童年,却也在这不经意间悄悄地溜掉。找回童年,怀着一颗童心,擦亮成长中疲倦的眼睛,双手合十,祈望,在心灵的秋千上,荡出生命中最美的弧长。
Time is a thief, stole the most innocent smile, leaving only a glimmer of light, gradually, dissipated in the once innocent face. How many times, dreaming of childhood, looking at that playful claw, shaking in the most familiar little alley; twos and threes companion, shaking rope, happily laughing; eating popsicles, the summer heat all Run away. But childhood, but also slipped in this inadvertently quietly. Recovered childhood, with a childlike innocence, polish the growing tired eyes, his hands together, hope, in the swing on the heart, swing the most beautiful arc length of life.