In the early morning, I rubbed my hazy sleepy eyes,
I came to this familiar window again.
Gently opened the curtains,
and saw the familiar courtyard outside.
Looking outside blankly,
Recalling the beautiful childhood:
The little feet came,
Pick off a piece of green leaf,
throw it up,
and let it blow far and wide with the wind.
Out of nowhere,
A butterfly flew up,
I caught it with my young hands,
But in a blink of an eye it was gone. It disappeared again,
Despite this, the sweet smile never diminished.
Because my heart,
has long been nostalgic in another place... Tags: poetry childhood