还记得小时候,我总是叫着嚷着让母亲带自己去公园数星星,看月亮。往往我们一到公园,天便暗了下来,路灯被一盏一盏地打开,深色的天空被繁星占据。那时的我,晃着母亲的手,咧着小嘴,发表着自己对于星空的长篇大论。“妈妈,那颗星星是你,爸爸是那一颗。”我指着星空。“哦?那你呢?”妈妈笑着问道。“我是中间那颗!”我兴奋极了。 Remember when I was young, I always shouted to let my mother take her own to the park a few stars to see the moon. Often when we came to the park, the sky was dark. The street lights were opened one by one, and the dark sky was occupied by stars. At that time, I, shaking his mother’s hand, grinning, published his own long-winded account of the stars. “Mom, that star is you, my father is that one. ” I pointed at the stars. “Oh, what about you?” Asked the mother with a smile. “I am the middle of that! ” I am very excited.