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以前我住在奶奶家,每天都要在田野里跑一跑,接受风雨的洗礼。不过,现在一切都变了。我搬到了化工厂员工宿舍安家。那时的我,并不知道化工厂的生活是怎样的,还欢欢喜喜地跟爸妈搬进新家。去了那里,我才终于体会到失去自由是什么滋味。每天只能呆在家里,向着窗外呆呆地张望着。不止一次地觉得自己就在外面,便情不自禁地向前走去。结果,头总是撞到玻璃上,回头一看,还是在家里,不由重重地叹了一口气。童年,犹如画家的画,多姿多彩:重年,犹如
I used to live in my grandmother’s house and run a run in the fields every day to receive a baptism of wind and rain. However, everything has changed now. I moved to a chemical plant staff quarters to settle down. At that time, I did not know what was going on in the chemical plant and also rejoiced with my parents to move into a new home. When I got there, I finally realized what it was like to lose my freedom. Can only stay home every day, looking out the window staring blankly. More than once feel that they are outside, they can not help but walked forward. As a result, the head always hit the glass, looking back, or at home, not help but sighed heavily. Childhood, like a painter’s painting, colorful: heavy years, like