偶尔,我会想起童年的生活。那时候,无论阴晴雨雪父母都会给我呵护。雨天,替我撑出一片晴空。跌倒了,父亲把我扶起,拂去我身上的灰尘,擦干我脸上的泪水。生病的日子,软软的躺在床上,浑身显得酸痛无力,但只要妈妈轻轻的一句:“别怕,孩子,有妈妈在。”一切恐惧烟消云散。 Occasionally, I think of childhood. At that time, both parents and parents will give me care. Rainy days, for me to hold a clear sky. Fall, my father raised me up, brushing the dust on my body, wiping the tears on my face. Sick days, soft bed, covered with pain, but as long as the mother gently said: “Do not be afraid, children, with her mother.” All the fears disappeared.