生命中的温情是淋雨之后的一杯热茶,让人无比温暖;生命中的温情是山村中的一股小溪,清亮令人神往;生命中的温情是暗夜中仅存的一点亮色,辉煌地让人遐想。这些细节组成了我们生活中最令人感动的历史,蓦然回首,常常让人泪流满面。童年时候,那温情就是当幼稚顽皮的我不情愿地挣脱母亲的手后,直到玩到月亮升起,满身污泥,抽泣着跑在回家的弄堂上,在拐弯处看见母亲等 The warmth of life is a cup of hot tea after the rain, very warm people; warmth of life is a stream in the mountain village, clear and enchanting; warmth of life is the only remaining darkness, brilliant To people reverie. These details make up the most touching history in our life, and when we look back, we often burst into tears. Childhood, that warmth is that when naive naughty I reluctantly break free from her mother's hand, until playing until the moon rises, covered with mud, sobbing and running back home in the alley, saw the turning point at the mother and so on