Childhood is a glass of wine, mellow and elegant memorable; childhood is a song, mildly sweet and can not forget; childhood is a star shine forever in our hearts.

My golden childhood was spent in the countryside grandma house.

Spring, a time when farming season, at home my grandmother naturally very boring, sometimes look at the sky, and sometimes look at the ground, and sometimes go north to see the swallows, sometimes look butterfly among the flowers. Once I actually stood at the door more than three hours, just to watch the shadow offset willow. Farming back stood staring grandmother saw me, grinned: ? This child is not possessed of the

Willow said: The summer has come! Summer has been very lush willow looks like an inverted green mop, put up a shade. Most fruit and vegetable garden are mature. Some tomatoes are red, but very acid; some green, but also some sweet, this truth, then I can not tell is how. My grandfather would take off a willow branch, take away inside the heart, left out of the skin, as the flute. My grandfather always blow deep voice sobbing, I always blow a clear crisp sound. So, we were out of the ensemble symphony echoed throughout the garden.

Autumn is the harvest season. I often go to grandma ground breaking corn. I always breaking a few too tired to die, they go to a deserter; Wang Jushang loaded corn, but do not go throwing, which makes floor. Then Grandma would say: Do not make trouble, to play there, then went Yinma side Wanni Ba bubble, played a while, they began breaking from corn. I was in the ground nonsense of those story Grandma confused dumbfounding.

Winter, the weather is very cold, I rarely out of the house. So they let grandma gave me goose egg to eat. That delicious taste, makes me food for thought.

Childhood bit by bit, memorable childhood memories, like so many stars, hold a piece of bright stars.

译文：

童年是一杯酒，醇香淡雅令人回味无穷;童年是一首歌，婉转动听而无法忘怀;童年是一颗星，永远照耀我们的心田。

我金色的童年，是在乡下姥姥家家度过的。

春天，正值农耕时节，在姥姥家的我自然十分无趣，便时而看看天，时而看看地，时而看看北归的燕子，时而看看花间的蝴蝶。有一次，我竟在门外站了三个多小时，只为了看柳树影子的偏移。种地回来的姥姥看见了呆呆地站着的我，咧开了嘴：“这孩子是不是着了魔了?”

柳树说：“夏天到了!”夏天的柳树长得已经十分茂盛，像一把倒置的绿色拖布 ，撑起一片阴凉。园中的果蔬大部分都已成熟。有的西红柿是红的，但十分酸;有的是绿的，但还有些甜，这其中的道理，那时的我是怎么也说不清。姥爷还会摘下一条柳枝，抽去里面心，留下外面的皮，当做笛子吹。姥爷总是能吹出呜呜咽咽的低沉的声音，我总是能吹出清脆悦耳的声音。于是，我俩合奏出的“交响乐”在整个园子里回荡。

秋天，是收获的季节。我经常和姥姥一起去地里掰玉米。我总是掰了几个就累得不行了，便去当逃兵;往车上装苞米，又扔不进去，弄得满地都是。这时姥姥就会说：“别捣乱了，到那边玩吧”于是就去饮马河边玩泥巴泡，玩了一会，又开始掰起苞米。我在地里“瞎闹”的那些“典故”弄得姥姥哭笑不得。

冬天到了，天气十分寒冷，我便很少出屋。于是便让姥姥给我烧鹅蛋吃。那香喷喷的味道，令我回味无穷。

童年的点点滴滴，儿时的难忘记忆，像一颗颗明星，托起了一片璀璨的星空。