<p class="ql-block">Two magical memories from my childhood</p><p class="ql-block">I lived in Wuhan when I was over two years old. Once, my parents and I took a cruise along the Yangtze River to Shanghai, and then took the train to Hangzhou. The trip left some magical impressions - (1) elevator ride, (2) boat ride, etc -.</p><p class="ql-block">(1) The elevator entrance in memory is not a door but a fence. Standing at the elevator entrance, you can clearly see the elevator moving up and down through the fence. Stepping into the elevator car, my hands were pulled tightly by my mother; the "big box" began to move upwards. It's like I've entered a magical world and I don't know where it's going to take me.</p><p class="ql-block">(2) On the shore of West Lake Park in Hangzhou, as soon as I stepped on the swaying boat, the lake water under my feet made my heart beat faster - will I fall into the water? Fortunately, my mother held my hand tightly, otherwise I would not have dared to take that step. The human-powered boat began to move slowly on the water. I dipped my hand into the lake and fiddled with it, it was so much fun.</p><p class="ql-block">My dad was always on the sidelines taking pictures of me and my mom, capturing those beautiful scenes on film. He was a professional photographer at the time.</p><p class="ql-block">These are wonderful things from my childhood and I will never forget them. Of course, I have to remember my parents, who gave me everything but passed away. At this moment, my eyes started to get wet. I don't know if it's because of happy and magical memories, or because of sadness and nostalgia.</p> <p class="ql-block">我童年的两个神奇记忆</p><p class="ql-block">我两岁多的时候住在武汉。 有一次，我和父母乘游船沿长江到上海，然后乘火车到杭州。 这次旅行留下了一些神奇的印象——（1）乘坐电梯，（2）乘船等——。</p><p class="ql-block">(1)记忆中的电梯口不是门，而是栅栏。 站在电梯口，隔着栅栏就能清晰地看到电梯上下移动。 踏进电梯轿厢，我的双手被妈妈紧紧地拉住； “大盒子”开始向上移动。 就像我进入了一个神奇的世界，我不知道它会带我去哪里。</p><p class="ql-block">（2）杭州西湖公园岸边，一踏上摇摇晃晃的小船，脚下的湖水让我心跳加速——我会掉进水里吗？ 幸好妈妈紧紧地握着我的手，不然我也不敢迈出那一步。 人力船开始在水面上缓缓移动。 我把手伸进湖里，摆弄着它，真是太有趣了。</p><p class="ql-block">我爸爸总是在一旁给我和我妈妈拍照，用胶卷捕捉那些美丽的场景。 他当时是一名专业摄影师。</p><p class="ql-block">这些都是我童年的美好事物，我永远不会忘记它们。 当然，我必须记住我的父母，他们给了我一切，却去世了。 这一刻，我的眼睛开始湿润了。 不知道是因为快乐而神奇的回忆，还是因为悲伤和怀念。</p>