Please write a poem about that time, no less than 20 lines.

The childhood I will never forget may be colorful, But we remember more than we forget, .............................................................................................................................................................. Whenever I am lonely recently, I can't help but think back to the past. Yes, what a wonderful time. It's full of energy and joy ... I like the country, really. When I was in the countryside, I still lived at my grandparents' house. I grew up healthily and lived a carefree life under their care. I won't feel lonely. You know, in the countryside, everyone lives in one place, and that is the door. On summer nights, everyone moved the big bed outside after dinner, and then sat on the bed talking and laughing. What I can't forget most is my lovely and lively friends. I remember when we finished our homework and had nothing to do, we would play all kinds of games. The naive kind, the most common kind, is to run the house. Hehe, I have also played many roles, such as shopkeeper, bowl buyer, mom and dad. Among them, she is the most vulnerable one. Her name is Juanjuan, and she is a very cheerful little girl. Because Juanjuan's family planted jujube trees, as long as it comes to summer, we will go to Juanjuan's to eat jujube. Juanjuan is always pulling a long face, as if losing money. She always satirizes us. "Come to my house from time to time, you are a shame!" It's really annoying "Although she said so, but there is no way. Who told us to have thick skin? Regardless of Juan's scolding, she has been eating there, and a person climbed onto a tree fork to eat. That scene is really a bit exaggerated! When I left that day, they all sent me to the street. I was so sad that I wanted to cry ... I held back. How can I cry? " Sorry, I have to go. I want to learn more knowledge and become a useful person, which is impossible in this town. I hope you don't blame me, don't blame me for being selfish ... "I shook their hands and said. They didn't answer, they just stared, "I will come back to see you again, and I will definitely come back." "They still don't talk. I think I have understood something, said nothing and left without looking back. Alas ... Alas ... Two years have passed, and I have never been back to my hometown. I feel guilty. I don't know how they are doing, and I don't know how my relatives are doing. I don't like this city, I really want to go back there ... there is no "war" or darkness, only a group of innocent children ... 2. Childhood is like a cradle, full of laughter and tears, full of happiness. I am very pleased and excited; However, being a stranger in a strange place and attending a boarding class, I am full of fear of school life. However, with the arrival of three teachers, all my worries and fears were soon forgotten. Five years have passed, and I have made my school my home. In math class, Mr. Zhu patiently taught us, carefully analyzed all kinds of questions for us, and carefully explained every calculation formula for us ... Each of us listened carefully and was fascinated. However, this class finally ended one day, because Teacher Zhu left me because of leukemia. With teacher Zhu gone, we seem to be "stupid" too. Our life teacher, Miss Luo, lived with us for eight semesters. Finally, one day, she told us that she was leaving us, too, because she had become a regular teacher and was going to teach in the countryside. Hey, another "bolt from the blue"! You know, Teacher Luo, like our mother, always takes care of our daily life. At that time, we can really say that we don't have to worry about food and clothing. When she was here, everything we ate was delicious ... but now, she has gone. How sad we are! It's so sad that He Laoshi is the only one in our good class. Whenever I think of the past, my heart will cry endlessly ... The past is like a movie, scene after scene. Six years is very short, but every day is so wonderful; Like the stars in the sky, they are all shining. Let the memory go back to the visit just now! I really want to go back to that time! 3. Holding one's head high is spring, bowing is autumn, full moon is painting, and lack of moon is poetry. Time is in a hurry, and there is no time to look back and look forward. It is another summer. The summer before last, I was still rushing about for school work and worrying about my graduation thesis. Last summer, I was busy with work, running for my life, doing nothing day after day; This summer, my work is still busy and my life is still ordinary, but it reminds me of many daydreams and sighs. Maybe I still miss that kind of life, that kind of life that makes me feel fulfilled. I have been an indomitable person since I was a child, a person accustomed to a busy life. I can't help thinking back to my college days. On the day I first entered school, I was ambitious and confident. I made a meaningful gesture to my father and started my college life without looking back. Those four years, I was very lucky; In those four years, I lived a full life; In those four years, I got the help and care of many teachers; In those four years, I met many brothers and sisters; In those four years, there were many profound happy events; In those four years, there were also many annoying troubles; Those four years were more challenges; Those four years ... but what I miss most is that unforgettable time, that day when I was working hard and angry in the library all day. Every semester's exams, whether big or small, whether important or unimportant, the library has become my best home. I still remember the days when I was looking for a job. Everyone is so precious, burning the midnight oil. In order to draw a satisfactory conclusion for my college graduation, I have to make a review plan for myself every day, so my daily schedule will be full. As soon as the sun rises in the east every day, I set off by bike. I will arrive at the library at eight o'clock on time, and my life will start here. There, you can not only see the legendary stories of many famous people, but also see the mysteries of the world. You can also consult a lot of information you want, and more importantly, you can calm down and review your lessons. Descartes once said, "To read a good book is to talk with many noble people. "Being friends with books can purify the mind, cultivate interest, cultivate self-cultivation and recuperate the spirit. This book became my best friend at that time, and one day I stopped reading it, and I would feel manic. Maybe that's why I never leave the library. There, you can cultivate a good learning atmosphere and good moral sentiments. The whole library is so quiet that all you can hear is the rustle of books. At the end of the day, I feel particularly fulfilled. Although very tired, but it is full of happiness. Now it's hard to go out to work and settle down to study like in college, either because of busy work or too tired body; Maybe there are too many things to consider; Maybe it's other reasons ... but as long as my desire to study hasn't changed, I can still take time to study and read a good book. The melancholy that the years passed silently, the notes that slipped between the fingers, the past years are gone again and again, and that unforgettable time is deeply branded in my memory. I will remember, move and miss for a long time. I have always believed that as long as I persist, there will be gains and surprises every day.