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1. I miss the paper plane, bamboo kite and dandelion when I was a child. They are all flying spirits, carrying pure dreams and flying to the blue sky. Just because of my childhood, just because I miss ... stepping on colorful flowers, I went home. Some people's walls are covered with dried ribbons. Today, the scenery along the road is particularly beautiful. Just because it is another "June 1" festival, some people think that it is naive to celebrate Children's Day after junior high school. However, I will seriously finish the Children's Day of the second day of junior high school, enjoy it and be very happy. I forgot how I walked past the primary school in a daze, and how I stumbled happily through my childhood. I dreamed of Doraemon's convenient bag, raised Xiao Zhi's pet machine, learned Conan's great wisdom, and lost my childhood and freedom, but I was still childlike and stubbornly wanted to celebrate Children's Day. Childlike heart? Oh, I'm not old. Why do you say it? ! But very tired. I only hope that I can lie by the long lake, with tender grass in my mouth, dreaming silly daydreams, and my dream will pass ... There are flowers and grass in my dream, an old house and me when I was a child. The peeling wall still leaves me with these immature fonts, such as "study hard and make progress every day", "be a scientist when you grow up" and "learn from Lei Feng with a red scarf". Now I can only smile bitterly and look at my negative self, speechless. "The road is long and far away. You, as a child, can teach me. What should I do? " "It's a long way. Now you should cheer up and stick to it. " "Is that okay?" "You can do it, believe me, believe you." "With you and me, even if there are thorns on the road, I shouldn't be afraid, nor can I be afraid. There is a vast sky. " "With you and me, the dream is not far away. Be brave to chase, don't be a failed watchman. " Let go, I suddenly laughed. Fireworks, no matter how beautiful, are only fleeting, and this is precisely its most beautiful place; The beauty of life is nothing more than a short childhood and simple and beautiful memories. At another starting point, say goodbye to the previous story. Childhood, when it's time to stop, wave goodbye. A new journey, a new youth, continues. Too reluctant to part with yesterday to finish a happier tomorrow. Turn around. Set out.