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童
年 (tóng nián)
池塘边的榕树上，
chí táng biān de róng shù shàng
知了在声声叫着夏天,
zhī liǎo zài shēng shēng jiào zhe xia tiān
操场边的秋千上，
cāo chǎng biān de qiū qiān shàng.
只有蝴蝶停在上面
zhǐ yǒu hú dié tíng zài shàng mian
黑板上老师的粉笔还在拼命
hēi bǎn shàng lǎo shī de fěn bǐ hái zài
pīn mìng
叽叽喳喳写个不停
jī jī zhā zhā xiě gè bù tíng
等待着下课
děng dài zhe xià kè
等待着放学
děng dài
zhe fàng
xué
等待游戏的童年
děng dài
yóu xì
de tóng nián
福利社里面什么都有
fú lì shè lǐ miàn shén me dōu yǒu
就是口袋里没有半毛钱
jiù shì kǒu dài lǐ méi yǒu bàn máo qián
诸葛四郎和魔鬼党
zhū gě sì láng hé mó guǐ dǎng
到底谁抢到那支宝剑
dào dǐ shuí qiǎng dào nàzhī bǎo jiàn
隔壁班的那个女孩怎么
gé bì bān de nà ge nǚ hái zěn me
还没经过我的窗前
hái méi jīng guò wǒ de chuāng qián
嘴里的历史
zuǐ lǐ de lì shǐ
手里的漫画
shǒu lǐ de màn huà
心里初恋的童年
xīn li chū liàn de tóng nián
总是要等到睡觉 前
zǒng shì yào děng dào shuì jiào qián
才知道功课只做了一点点
cái zhī dào gōng kè zhī zuò le yì diǎn diǎn
总是要等到考试以后
zǒng shì yào děng dào kǎo shì yǐ hòu
才知道该念的书都没有念
cái zhī dào gāi niàn de shū dōu méi yǒu niàn
一寸光阴一寸金 老师说过
yī cùn guāng yīn yī cùn jīn lǎo shī shuō guò
寸金难买寸光阴
cùn jīn nán mǎi cùn guāng yīn
一天又一天
yì tiān yòu yì tiān
一年又一年
yī nián yòu yī nián
迷迷糊糊的童年
mí mí hú hu de tóng nián
没有人
知道为什么
méi yǒu rén zhī dào wéi shén me
太阳总下
到山 的那 一 边
tài yáng zǒng xià dào shān de nà yì biān
没有人能告诉我
méi yǒu rén néng gào sù wǒ
山里面有没有住着神仙
shān lǐ miàn yǒu mei yǒu zhù zhe shén
xiān
多少的日子里
duō shǎo de rì zǐ lǐ zǒng shì yí gè rén
总是一个人面对着天空发呆
miàn duì zhe tiān kōng fā dāi
就这么好奇
jiù zhè me hào qí
就这么幻想
jiù zhè me huàn xiǎng
这么孤单的童年
zhè me gū dān de tóng nián
阳光下蜻蜓飞过来
yáng guāng xià qīng tíng fēi guò lái
一片片绿 油 油 的 稻田
yí piàn piàn lǜ yōu yōu de dào tián
水彩蜡 笔和万花 筒
shuǐ cǎi là bǐ hé wàn huā tǒng
画不出天(边那一条彩虹
huà bú chū tiān biān nà yī tiáo cǎi
hóng
什么时候才能像
shén me shí hòu cái néng xiàng
高年级的同学有张
gāi nián jí de tóng xué
yǒu zhāng
成 熟与长大的脸
chéng shú yǔ zhǎng dà de liǎn
盼望着假期
pàn wàng zhe jià qī
盼望着明天
pàn wàng zhe míng tiān
盼望长大的 童年
pàn wàng zhǎng dà de tóng nián
一天又一天
yì tiān yòu yì tiān
一年又一年
yī nián yòu yī nián
盼望长大的 童年
pàn wàng zhǎng dà de tóng nián |
Childhood
On the banyan tree beside the pool
The cicada sings a song of summer
On the swing beside the playground,
there's a butterfly resting.
On the blackboard the teacher's chalk
scritching scratching without stopping
Waiting for the class to end,
waiting for school to end
waiting for the games of childhood.
In the commissary all anybody has
In their pocket is not half a penny.
Those cartoon characters, in the end
who will grab the treasure sword.
That girl in the next classroom
Why hasn't she passed by my window.
In mouth history lesson
In hand comic book
In heart first love of childhood.
Always wait until just before sleeping
to realize only a little homework's been done
Always wait until after the exam
To realize the reading list wasn't read.
An inch of time is an inch of gold said the
teacher
an inch of gold won't buy any time
day by day
year by year
unconscious childhood
Nobody knows why the sun always goes
down on that side of the hill
Nobody can tell me whether there are
immortals living inside the mountain
How many days will a person
always face the sky in a trance
such curiosity
such imagination
such loneliness of childhood
In the sunshine the dragonfly
skims the shimmering green field
Watercolors and a kaleidoscope
Can't paint that rainbow outside
How long before, like the senior class,
we have grown up faces
Looking forward to vacation
Looking forward to tomorrow
Looking forward to growing up from childhood
Oh day by day
year by year
Looking forward to growing out of childhood |