我问妈妈:“您的儿童节是怎么过的?”妈妈给我讲了下面的故事——我的整个童年只过了一次儿童节。那一年,学校给我们每人发了一块泡泡糖。三十多年过去了,泡泡糖的样子我还记忆犹新:拆开红白相间的包装纸,一条米白色的、薄薄的、像年糕一样软软的,我们当时都说不出名字的新鲜玩意儿静静地躺着。同学们你看看我的,我看看你的,没有一个人舍得往嘴里送。我们把它小心翼翼地托在手掌心,闻了又闻,一股香甜的味道让 I asked my mom: “What happened to your children’s day?” "Mom told me the following story - I had only one child’s day in my childhood. That year, the school sent us a piece of bubble gum. Thirty years later, I still remember the appearance of bubble gum: open red and white wrapping paper, a beige, thin, like a soft cakes, we were unable to name the fresh Toys lying quietly. You look at my classmates, I see you, no one willing to send to his mouth. We care about it carefully in the palm of your hand, smell and smell, a sweet taste