文档介绍：六一儿童节手抄报资料：那时的我们
童年的我们，会在沙地里追赶玩耍，不管摔倒几次，总会在各种挫折中爬起来。童年的我们，无忧无虑，没有任何工作生活的苦恼，只是活在父母的爱和爱护当中。
Childhood we, will chase
手指纠缠着模糊过往，敲打出悦耳的音符，童年趣事在指尖游走，那是一张张或明或暗，或深或浅的画，那是一页页或黑或白，或红或绿的素笺。而这些纯真的书卷，似锈蚀的刀镰，一遍又一遍割着我们的记忆;又似一季斑驳的精华，飞花烟雨，过后无期!
Fingers entangled with hazy past, beating out the notes of song, my childhood at the fingertips of walk, that is a piece of Huoming or dark, or deep or shallow drawing, that is a page or white or black, or red or green pigment. These pure scroll, like rusty knife sickle, again and again to cut our memory; and like cream, season with rain after the fly, no period!
落英缤纷，赶来赶去的年华里，我们从无忧无虑的欢乐走向为了生活不得不奋斗的颠簸，从纯净如白雪的天真走向再也不会与一堆沙丘为伍为伴的成熟，从清亮雪白的眼睛走向桃花净尽后的凄然零落。
Fallen petals lie in profusion., chased away years, we to have to struggle to live be light of heart from care bumps from pleasure, as pure as snow from innocence to never again and a pile of sand dunes along with the mature, from the clear white eyes toward the peach blossom end after the desolate ran away.
漂泊在大都市的霓虹闪耀里，如一颗无依无靠的孤魂，四处飘散，泪眼倚楼频独语，抑或由于争取那触手不行及的幸福，抑或由于一月清辉的红尘旧梦，抑或由于风往沉香幽梦已逝的无奈，抑或由于剪破烟花后的人去楼空。那份最初的笑容，最初的单纯，如一纸未了的夙愿沉淀在梦的悲伤里。
Wandering in the metropolis of the flashing neon lights, like a helpless souls, floating around, with teary eyes I monologue, or for th