“嘀嗒,嘀嗒……”时间的脚步在钟面的圆盘中,不紧不慢地迈着。不知多少岁月在它循环往复的步伐中逝去,只有心中依然感动着,留下了一段段爱的印记。夏天,我一边唱着歌,一边拉着爸爸妈妈的手,走在荷塘边。两个“向日葵”分在头顶,一条小花裙在夏天的热风中轻轻晃动。碧绿荷塘中“出水芙蓉”婀娜的身姿下,一条花鲤鱼,忽隐忽现,有时还吐出几个泡泡与我们逗乐,阵阵清香在空气中飘荡。“咔嚓!”夕阳的余辉映衬出我们一家三口的笑脸,幸福的瞬间定格在那 “Tick, tick ... ” the footsteps of time in the dial of the clock surface, unhurriedly walking. I do not know how many years passed away in the cycle of its reciprocation, only the heart is still moving, leaving a period of love mark. In the summer, while singing my song, I took Mom and Dad’s hand and walked by the lotus pond. Two “sunflower ” in the top of the head, a small flower skirt gently swaying in the summer hot air. In the green lotus pond “water Lotus ” graceful posture, a flower carp, flickering, and sometimes spit out a few bubbles with our amusement, bursts of fragrance floating in the air. “Kacha!” Sunset setting off a smiling face of our family of three, happy moments freeze in that