Childhood is the most carefree chapter in life.
This is the clearest and cheerful part of the gurgling stream.
This is the most vivid part of the poem.
Childhood may be a wisp of smoke, often sleeping on the roof of a blue tile, like a light feather,
Like a flock of white velvet, after waking up, they waddled to the country of colorful clouds.
Childhood may be the cicada chirping on the old poplar trees in the afternoon, which permeates the winding roads in the countryside.
Fill the whole summer
Summer is full of dimples of shallow childhood.
Childhood is a flawless jade,
Childhood is a crystal,
Childhood is the astringent green fragrance of corn,
Childhood is wheat, dancing with the wind and walking lightly.
It's the whispering of swallows under the eaves, the singing of babbling,
This is a whisper in a dream, a hazy moonlight,
That's the voice of the village mother calling her son to come home late.
Cowboy cow, carrying the sunset
It is an ant lost in the rainy night, looking for a small home with slender tentacles and legs.
It was a small fish spitting bubbles in the river, jumping into a smiling splash and enjoying it alone.
It was a blooming butterfly that flew away silently and disappeared behind the haystack and the blue sky.
It is the heart of an orchard hidden by low bamboo fences and ancient wooden doors.
Fragrant and sweet