“摇啊摇,摇到外婆桥,我请外婆吃糕糕,外婆夸我是好宝宝……”童年的歌谣至今还萦绕在耳际,童年的美好时光成了我最珍贵的黄金记忆。秋千上的快乐依然记得小时候的那个秋千:小树林中最粗壮的两棵大树间系着两根绳索,中间吊起一张小小的方凳,坐上去,小伙伴们推上一把,便高高抛起。我喜欢荡秋千,喜欢坐在秋千上听着风吹过的“呼呼”声,风儿就像调皮的孩子钻进我的领子里挠我的痒痒,让我忍俊不禁。坐在秋千上仰望天空,小鸟儿和白云从头顶飘过,仿佛伸手就能抓到它们了。 “Shake and shake, shake to Grandma Bridge, my grandmother eat cake, my grandmother boasted I was a good baby ... ” Childhood songs still linger in the ears, childhood good times has become my most precious gold memory . The joy of the swing still remembers the swing from childhood: the two largest trees in the grove are tied with two ropes, a small square bench is lifted in the middle, the small companions push one, Will be thrown high. I like to swing, like sitting on the swing listening to the wind blowing, “whirring”, the wind like a naughty child into my collar scratching my itch, let me laugh. Sitting on the swing looking up to the sky, birds and clouds drifting from overhead, as if to reach out to catch them.