时间过得匆匆忙忙,我的童年就像沙漏一样,像要把童年所有的光彩都献给自己。一个沙漏,两种时间,如果把它们彼此倒过来的话又会怎样。于是,我等待着……童年儿时的我,稚嫩活泼,总喜欢采几朵鲜艳的花,捧在手里。我总是遐想着,希望自己像花儿一样绽放。抬起头,仰望天空中的朵朵云彩,充满着好奇,云朵千奇百怪千姿百态。我跑着、跳着,在 Time flies, my childhood is like a hourglass, like to give all the glory of childhood dedicated to myself. An hourglass, two kinds of time, what would happen if they were turned over to one another? So, I am waiting ... childhood I, immature and lively, always like to adopt a few bright flowers, holding in my hand. I always reverie, I hope like blooming flowers. Looking up, looking up at the clouds in the sky, full of curiosity, clouds all sorts of strange things. I’m running, jumping, at