微风悄悄拂过,吹动了松林发梢,“沙沙沙”地作响。一缕缕耀眼的阳光从树叶的缝隙洒下,稀稀疏疏地散落一地,好像那点点繁星,一闪一闪的。走在童话般的密林丛中,我轻轻打开了语文书,一阵书香扑鼻而来,翻着读着,一个题目映入眼帘——《未选择的路》,我饶有兴趣地放声朗读起来,读着读着,心绪飞向了遥远的从前……小学五年级的时候,我还是个稚嫩的毛头小孩,胆子特别小,别人突然击个掌或是叫我名字,都会把我吓得魂飞魄散,冷汗直 Breeze whispered gently, blowing the pine forest hair tips, “rustle sand ” to sound. A ray of dazzling sunlight from the leaves of the gap shed, scattered sparsely scattered, as if that little star, flash. Walking in the fairy tales of the jungle, I gently opened the language book, a burst of scent nostrils, turned reading, a title greeted - “unselected road”, I read with interest to read aloud , Read and read, my heart flew to the distant past ... ... fifth grade, I was still a young feather child, especially courageous, others suddenly hit a palm or call me name, will scare me Soul fly scattered, cold sweat straight