1, childhood memories in my hometown
My hometown is rooted in the loess plateau, where my father and grandfather are buried.
Wormwood remembers the tears of relatives, and the vicissitudes of life tell the years.
There is a winding sheep drinking river in my hometown, and the swift river tells my childhood.
The back of the barrel is clear, and I can't forget my little brother who is playing in the water by the river.
Panpan's friend smiled, hehe, Zhaoxia often mowed the grass with me.
The young ladies in the company are singing children's songs. Although they are hungry, they are still happy.
Childhood theater has left happiness, and I am an actor in "Ugly Monk Single Crystal".
Sisters and classmates who used to be crazy now have wrinkles on their temples because of snow and frost.
When I was a child, I sang happy songs, and my little friend with broken pants was so happy.
Cheerful songs sang about you and me, thinking of the hometown where we are inseparable in this life.
2. Memories of childhood
Crying and laughing.
Cry steadily and laugh like fire.
Not at all, a futile bubble.
There is no preparation for re-reading and brewing.
Pearl's tears were real, and her little hand broke the necklace.
Pearl mixed with tears, excitedly rolled all over the floor.
The laughter is real, too, and the voice is clear.
3. Innocent heart
In the dark street, several children are playing.
Listen, their children's voices are so sweet.
As if playing a beautiful melody.
Let people feel more comfortable after listening, listen to the child's voice.
But I feel their innocence with my heart.
Watching, their play is so cheerful and lively.
Under the dim street lamp, it was blown by the night wind.
Like, a lovely angel came to earth.
Let people wait and see to leave and see their performance.
Feel their innocence and willfulness.
4. Memories of childhood
When cicadas sing again, the schoolbag can be given up for the time being.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Immerse your feet in the cool stream and fantasize about the distant sky.
Those days are always fast, and I often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up. Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
I drove a bright moon into my dream.
5. Childhood expectations
How many expectations, how many thoughts.
I used to wear a small military uniform and spread excitement and joy all over the campus.
I've been beaten and honed several times.
Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is, and the future is not always Ma Pingchuan.
Some surprises, some revelry.
After the storm, the sun is shining, and the expectation of childhood has finally come true.