想念就像牛皮筋,与想念的对象离得越远扯得越紧。我想念我的家乡,那儿贮存着我多年的记忆,使我魂牵梦绕……我想念家乡的老屋,它承载着童年的快乐。记忆的老屋里有张床,每每睡觉时,我都会在床上打滚。当时那滚来滚去的感觉,别有一番滋味。屋里有个木门,可以360°旋转。当我无聊时,总是去玩那个门。门旋转起来,我总是“嘿嘿”地傻笑。我想念家乡的小伙伴,我们一起 Missing is like cow hide, and the farther away from the object you miss is, the tighter you are. I miss my hometown, where I have stored my memory for many years and made me dream... I miss the old house in my hometown and it carries the joy of my childhood. There was a bed in the old house where I remembered, and when I went to sleep, I would roll around in bed. The feeling of rolling around at that time did not make a difference. There is a wooden door in the house that can rotate 360°. When I’m bored, I always play that door. The door rotated and I always giggled. I miss my little friend in my hometown. Together we