I still remember when I was a child, I learned to sing in front of the window. Chase butterflies after school and think about dragonflies carefully. Pull out the eggs and branches to scare the birds, and catch them late in the stream. Who can solve the problem of flat-headed dyeing silk when the child's heart is still alive?
Second, childhood.
Innocent laughter on the green in the sunset; In the snowflake dance, holding hands in the carnival; When osmanthus plays, there is a simple pursuit of holding hands in the dust fragrance, and there is clear and transparent laughter floating in the stream.
Years evaporate gently like water, and childhood precipitates quietly like gold. In the depths of the world, childhood shines with flames, calling from a distance. ...
Three. childhood memories
Childhood memory, the most beautiful time, the pistachio in the journey.
The memory of childhood, the enlightenment of life, the pure water of the soul.
Bit memory, time is fixed.
Collected in the warehouse of memory, left in the projection room of life.
Appreciate, aftertaste.
Fourth, "childhood memories"
When cicadas are chirping again, you can temporarily give up the fun of watching ants move in the shade.
Looking for coolness is the most beautiful comfort in summer. Immerse your feet in the cool stream and fantasize about the beauty of the sky, beach and sea in the distance.
In those days, I often forgot the way home. One summer night, I snuggled up to grandma's cattail leaf fan and shook it, driving a bright moon into my dream.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) childhood expectation
How many expectations, how many thoughts, fiery feelings burning childhood. I used to wear a small military uniform and spread excitement and joy all over the campus.
After several beatings, trials and hardships, I know what is difficult. The future is not all Ma Pingchuan, and the ideal is by no means sweet talk.
A few surprises, a few revels, and after the storm, it will be sunny. The expectation of childhood has finally come true, and the glorious years will not be far away.
Xiaoyu, holding the idea of happiness, lonely me, walking slowly alone. No matter how fast you step, you can't keep up with the traces of passing away. The girl's laughter will never ring again, and the clouds in the distance slowly begin to shift. If I can, I think I can make a beautiful rainbow, dry the tears in the sky, escape from the laughter in the distance, fly to her side and sing softly with her smile. ?