童年时,我们每天都编织着美丽的故事。一只昆虫,一个玩具,一次发现,一场争执……看起来微不足道,却包含着我们的快乐……记得那是一个春天的上午,爷爷下田锄草,我这个“跟屁虫”自然也跟去了。爷爷干累了,就坐在田埂上,“吧嗒,吧嗒”地吸着 Childhood, we weave a beautiful story every day. An insect, a toy, a discovery, a dispute ... looks insignificant, but it contains our happiness ... I remember it was a spring morning, my grandfather hit the grass, my “hell” naturally with went. Grandpa dry tired, sitting on the ridge, “clatter, clatter ” to suck