Childhood
I vaguely remember my childhood,
That hazy memory,
Singing and laughing in the morning glow,
< p>Chasing and playing in the dusk clouds,Always want to pick off the moon from the treetops,
Always want to treasure the stars in the sky,
Childhood thoughts How strange and strange.
They are all so innocent and naughty,
They are all so innocent and naughty,
They all have their own little secrets,
They all have their own little secrets. My heart rejoices.
As time goes by, people grow up,
The old friends go their separate ways to make a living,
Walking carelessly in the vast sea of ??people.