_ _ _ Spring flowers. kite stubborn
Just as the willow branches sprouted, the peach trees sprouted. The spring rain is continuous, and the spring breeze is blowing gently. Spring is still on the road, but I can't wait to take off my heavy cotton-padded coat and rush downstairs with my kite. My mother smiled and sighed, "This mouse is really stubborn." Sighs and sighs can't stop me.
I reached out and sent the kite into the sky. The kite pulled me forward involuntarily, panting. I will stamp my feet impatiently: "This child is really stubborn!" " "Then looked up at the kite, as if looking at yourself.
Flowing haze and floating clouds will be still, leaving only kites floating slowly and unhappily. It seems to announce my growth. I can only give it an equally pale smile in return.
_ _ _ Midsummer. Popsicle. Kid.
Onions pull out stamens, and camphor trees give off fragrance. The sun is hot and Bai Lianhua is bright. Cicadas chirped one after another. I am tired of plugging headphones, and then I peel the popsicle a little happily. Just after peeling, my brother will take it and put it in his mouth, squinting at me, waiting for my reaction, and I will fight to let it play with my brother. Finally, my brother has to buy me a new popsicle.
It seems that the past is just time, and I haven't changed at all. It seems that in the midsummer after many years, my brother and I will still fight for a popsicle, just like children.
_ _ _ Late autumn. Swing. illusion
Buttonwood leaves are golden, and rice ears are golden. Autumn is fruitful and autumn leaves are fluttering. The swing creaked, and I suddenly remembered my childhood fantasy of flying. I patted the dust of the years and sat on the swing, as if I were on the shuttle back to my childhood. My long-dormant fantasy was ignited.
Shake it and take away the pressure of growth in exchange for autumn; Awaken the memory of childhood and see the pleasant autumn colors. I suddenly realized that my childlike innocence has never been extinguished, and it has always existed well.
_ _ _ Ladong. Snowman. simple
Chimonanthus praecox is fragrant, and bamboo is scattered. It is covered with snow, and there is a lot of snow. When I saw the snow falling, I seemed to see the simplicity of my own snow color, which was flying all over the sky. I made a snowman with my brother and the snowball. My brother said that it was our brightest simple tears. I gave a "Oh" and looked up at the snowman as if it were a snowman.
Celine dion sang, "My dear love, I see you every night, and my heart remains the same." I wrote: "My dear time, no matter how you hinder me, my childlike innocence remains unchanged.
Now I know that time is like a long-flowing water, and a person's childlike innocence is a lonely sail at sea.
There's another one:
Like to brush, like to brush, how can I be happy? What you like is childlike innocence, and the childlike innocence of high school students remains the same.
The "Canna" bought in the class died, leaving an empty flower pond and scattered stones. I don't know who picked them up one by one, wooed people, cleared the table and played with stones.
Soon, catching stones became popular in my class, and I got together in twos and threes. Listening to the clatter of stones, I couldn't help thinking of my childhood. How optimistic and happy I am, I often make a wonderful spark like a stone. I didn't expect to feel this way in high school. Deep in my heart with a faint fragrance, I kept exploring the hidden treasure, and the memory of my childhood made me crazy. I always look for it in my dreams. Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light. "Who would have thought that kind of happiness was buried in a corner of shushan. As long as there is a spark, there will be a prairie fire.
I don't know if it is because of the opposition of the old class or other reasons. Always at the peak of clicking, the old class suddenly came in with a book, the sound of stones disappeared, the sound of moving stools was too much, the sound was too small, and the laughter was boiling. In fact, why should we care too much? Is there a childlike innocence? Alas, childlike innocence is still alive! Is there a combination of work and rest? Of course, there is nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
Stones, some broken, smashed into our deep dimples. On the table, some scratches mark our eternal laughter. In the smiling face, the haze dispersed and became our childlike innocence. Who says Yun Lan can only shed melancholy tears? Who said that the dusk in recent nights can only leave the pain of bloody sunset; Who said that high school can only struggle in the sea of questions, forever, leaving no trace.
Childlike heart remains the same, childlike heart is in full bloom, this is the real us, the fiery youth after 80.