A short poem, beautiful and sad. Just like childhood, memories are full of laughter and sadness. Remember that purple butterfly I chased when I was a child? Remember the sunshine in the yard? The world's falling, hearty crying and bright smile are all like old photos that have faded because of the long time. Did these things really happen? Or do you laugh in your dreams and cry in your aftertaste? Memories fade in the years, and aftertaste colors those beautiful stories. It's like overhearing a song that touched us on a street corner. Reliving old dreams is a kind of warmth, mixed with sweet sadness and happy melancholy. Childhood will never come back. What used to be true is now a touch of warm color in the dream, which brightens this life with unsaturated color, like a small hand warmer, which can be gently held to warm a winter.
Childhood is the most precious memory in everyone's life, and we have all experienced that naive, happy and interesting childhood life. But childhood is only once. When we suddenly want to cherish it, we find that when we drift away, childhood is like a dream, but it really exists. What is truly preserved in our minds and hearts is a life experience worthy of our long aftertaste.
Hope to adopt.