就算我已玩过了价格昂贵的发烧级电玩玩具，也不能阻挡我仍怀念从前那份童年的欢乐记忆，纯真而简单的童真——那时的一树一草，一花一世界，一光一阴，都叫我深深眷恋，不能忘怀。

    I remember, I remember the house where I was born, the little window where the sun came peeping in at morn; he never came a wink too soon nor brought too long a day; but now, I often wish the night had borne my breath away。

    我记得呀，我记得：我从前常在那儿荡秋千， 想着拂面的风是如此清爽，风中的飞燕肯定也感觉一样; 昔日我那自在翱翔的心灵， 如今变得如此沉重， 即使夏日的池塘也无法冷却我额头的热狂!

    I remember, I remember where I used to swing, and thought the air must rush as fresh to swallows on the wing; my spirit flew in feathers then that is so heavy now, and summer pools could hardly cool the fever on my brow。