携一把木吉他,轻拨琴弦,与清风流水相应和。我,行走在路上。童年已去,欢声笑语留在记忆里,每每提及,不禁多了些伤感。谁说回不去的才是最好的,我们正值青春,少了稚嫩,多了成熟。青春,不是用来憧憬的。我们盼望青春,期待着青春带给我们惊喜。小时候,我羡慕青春肆意飞扬的大哥哥、大姐姐,成熟的面容,理性的心智,最重要的还是没有父母家人的束缚,可以做自己喜欢的事。那时,我经常在一个阳光明媚的午后,伏在妈妈膝头,睡眼蒙咙地 Bring a wooden guitar, light strings, and breeze flow accordingly. I, walking on the road. Childhood has gone, laughter in memory, often mentioned, can not help but feel more sad. It is best to say who can not go back, we are at a young age, less innocent, more mature. Youth, not for longing. We look forward to youth and look forward to youth to surprise us. When I was young, I envied the big brother, big sister, mature face and rational mind who wantonly flying in youth. The most important thing was that I did not have the bondage of my parents and I could do what I liked. At that time, I was often on a sunny afternoon, lying on my mother’s knee, sleepy eyes