14岁了,已经闻不到油菜花和狗尾巴草的味道了,也听不到精灵和仙女的歌声了,但似乎在14年的记忆深处仍沉淀着一些美丽的花瓣。在这样一个阳光明媚的午后,我禁不住回忆起童年中美好的一切。卖火柴的小女孩在火柴的光明和温暖中,和她的祖母飞到上帝的身边;扫烟囱的人和牧羊女要到广大的世界里去;穿红舞鞋的女孩跳着想停也停不下的舞……想起了这些,依稀感到丹麦老人慈爱的目光,牧羊女对 At 14 years old, I could not smell the smell of rape and dog tail grass. I could not hear the songs of the elves and fairies, but it seemed that there were still some beautiful petals in the deep memory of 14 years. In such a sunny afternoon, I could not help but recall the good things in my childhood. The little girl who sells matches is in the light and warmth of the match, and her grandmother flies to God; the chimney sweeper and shepherdess go to the vast world; the girl in red shoes jumps and stops The dance ... I think of these, vaguely feel the Danish elderly loving eyes, the shepherdess