Time is like a sieve, which sifts out the tasteless sand and leaves some memories worthy of our re-appreciation: joy or sadness, value or regret. However, this is no longer important. The important thing is that we have had, experienced, laughed, cried, loved and hated. ...
When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly, hoping that I could get rid of my parents' control and dominate my own destiny. However, when I grew up, I found that I didn't have the happiness of the fantasy that haunted me in the past. What is left is only memories of the past, nostalgia for the past, and nostalgia for childhood. Sometimes I miss that I didn't grow up, but I still stay in a beautiful childhood. But this will always be Conan's dream and will never be a dream. After waking up, I will look around blankly, sober and sober: the past is gone forever, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get the result I want. People are sometimes so funny: if you have it, you don't know how to cherish it, and if you lose it, you regret it. We always don't care about the treasure we have, but we have been struggling to find the waste residue discarded by others. Sadly, it goes without saying that this is self-evident.
Childhood is like the legendary Garden of Eden. Even if it is extremely beautiful, it is almost cruel. It always comes quietly when we are ignorant, but floats away when we know how to think. Adam and Eve lived carefree in the Garden of Eden at first, but they knew nothing about it. Later, I listened to the rumors of snakes and stole apples from the tree of knowledge. I became thoughtful and wise in an instant, but I was ruthlessly expelled from the Garden of Eden by God. Since then, the Garden of Eden has disappeared. Isn't childhood like this? When we were childish and funny, we crept to our side and ran away before we could savor it. When we want to find its trace again, it will become difficult to go to the sky. Now I have an idea, but I have to sigh secretly while enjoying it. It's really "the antelope hangs on the horn and there is no trace to be found"! Perhaps this is destiny takes a hand, and no amount of extravagance will help. There is a saying called "I don't care about eternity, I only care about having", which may be the reason! Sometimes when I see the children playing happily there, I always have an impulse to go up and say to them, "cherish your childhood and live every moment that belongs to it!" " "Think of these ideas, I can't help but feel funny. It's really ridiculous to talk about lovesickness in dreams. "
Counting two or three things when I was a child, I couldn't help laughing for hours. Those interesting things in childhood, like jars of wine, become more and more mellow. Since it lingers, why not let them live in your heart and let them ferment and sublimate. When you are lonely, it is a kind of enjoyment to pick them up and savor them carefully.
Occasionally in childhood (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
one
On earth 19 years, I often dreamed that peaches and plums were in full bloom when I was a child.
When I woke up in the morning, I knew the past was gone.
Secondly,
Flowers bloom and fall, and it is difficult to wake up from a dream.
The past is like smoke passing through the breeze, leaving people with melancholy.
third
It is common to look at the past with your eyes open and taste the past with your eyes closed for a long time.
You must borrow a treasure chest from the gods to hold hundreds of millions of lovesickness.