Poetic childhood composition 1 Get up early to study and inadvertently return to childhood.
First of all.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
In the south of the Yangtze River, where the grass grows and the warbler flies, the willows grow long in February, the naughty sunshine chases the waves of the stream, and the shy stream is blurred by the chasing smoke and water.
The teacher in the bookstore dropped out of school after only teaching a few words of Life Beginnings today. The child ran home all the way, called several companions, each with a colorful kite, and slowly let go of the string in his hand. I found my childhood in the spring breeze, in Jiangnan and in classical poetry.
Reading is only a small part of childhood, and kite is the most important course. It's a pity that the old man in the bookstore is old and can't understand it anymore.
Second.
Riding an ox is far beyond a thousand villages, and the flute wind is diagonally separated from Gansu.
How many Chang 'an celebrities, the authorities are not as good as you.
The shepherd boy in the village has not yet entered school, and his daily homework is to ride an old cow and slowly walk into an idyllic picture book.
Walking through grandma's small village, the cow became a dot in the classical picture, and the shepherd boy was smaller. It is from this small point that the spring breeze sent the green and tender flute obliquely. Like a flock of birds, the flute fluttered in the Woods by the roadside and was picked up by a scholar who came last. The scholar's eyes were moist with the pastoral nursery rhyme in his hand. Those past events and cold window years in Beijing were shattered by the sound of the shepherd boy's flute and scattered all over the floor. At this moment, he returned to his childhood.
Looking back on the bumpy road of life, how many students with fame and fortune got lost on the way to catch the exam.
Today, my father is in a good mood and even said that he would accompany me to see the sunset glow. I jumped three feet and said, "OK, Dad!" " "Another nifty military salute.
Holding my father's hand, I walked leisurely on the country road. Looking up, I saw the sky was red, as if someone had set a fire and set it on fire.
I looked around, huh? Why are half the fields red and half golden? At this time, my father said, "Huang Xinxin has become Jin Xinxin." "Haha, you have become a golden father!" Our laughter echoed in the fields.
The sky is really beautiful, red, gold, purple and yellow, gray and lily. Eggplant purple, grape ash, pear yellow. There are these colors in the sky.
Suddenly, a bug appeared in the sky, struggling in the mouth of a chicken. After a while, the bug disappeared and the chicken disappeared.
Another big tiger appeared in the sky and came at us with its mouth wide open. After a few seconds, it was gone.
After a while, the sky was blurred, and Brother Sun quietly came down from the hillside. He took the last ray of golden light to say goodbye to us, leaving only the evening breeze to gently touch my long hair.
While I was immersed in the evening breeze, my mother called and said that she wanted us to go home for dinner. My father and I held hands and left reluctantly.