前几天一个小伙伴给我打电话,说高三学习好辛苦,让我帮帮他。我给他提了一些建议,希望能对他有点帮助吧。一夜未眠,心头涌满了儿时的记忆。老家的房子后面有座山,叫七宝山,前面有条河,叫石河。记得小时候最喜欢的就是,跟小伙伴一起上山捉鸟、下河捕鱼。我喜欢和他们在一起的那种惬意。偶尔,几个人躺在屋顶上望着蓝天上的白云,互诉彼此的梦想。记忆深处永远不忘的是,那一阵阵爽朗的笑声,响彻心扉,回荡山谷,又惊起了河面水草上的一只蜻蜓,漾出层层涟漪。童年的岁月是短暂的,就像门前的石河,拐了个弯 A few days ago a friend called me and said that the third year of studying hard, let me help him. I gave him some suggestions, hoping to help him a little bit. Sleepless night, my heart filled with childhood memories. Behind the home of a mountain house, called Qibao Hill, in front of a river, called the stone river. I remember the favorite childhood is that, with the small partners up the mountain to catch birds, fishing down the river. I like the comforts of being with them. Occasionally, a few people are lying on the roof looking at the white clouds on the blue sky, each claim each other’s dreams. Never forget the memory is that burst of hearty laughter, resounding heart, echoed the valley, but also on the river water plants on a dragonfly, Yang waves layers of ripples. Childhood is short-lived, just like the front of the Shihe, turn a corner