翻看童年的相册,一张张照片承载着一段段美好的回忆。此刻,看着照片中抱着一团泥巴满脸泪水的自己,我忍不住笑了起来……那是2011年的2月10日,爸爸妈妈都去上班了,我独自在家,闲着没事,便从窗台上拿过“好朋友”——泥娃娃玩了起来。那天,外面刮着大风,窗户被吹得呼呼作响。还没到中午,我的脸上就挂满了灰尘。我赶忙洗了一把脸,用毛巾擦干净。一眼瞥见茶几上的泥娃娃, Looking childhood album, a picture of a section carrying a good memory. At the moment, looking at the picture holding a ball of mud covered his face tears, I could not help laughing ... that is February 10, 2011, Mom and Dad go to work, I am home alone, nothing idle , Then took from the windowsill “good friend ” - mud doll play together. That day, there was a strong wind blowing outside, and the windows were whirring. Before midday, my face was covered with dust. I quickly wash my face, wipe clean with a towel. A glimpse of the clay doll on the coffee table,