Walking in a lonely and quiet afternoon
The warm sunshine embraces the mountains and soothes countless childlike innocence.
The innocent smiling face of a child.
It is full of the joy of the years.
Years ago
I lacked this romance in my childhood.
There are no colorful amusement parks.
There are no building blocks and toys.
Only grandma's nursery rhymes and grandpa's stories.
The wayward Yuncai
Charming charm
Seems to be mocking my boring childhood.
Through the jungle
Hum a few nursery rhymes
Starts up a sparrow that is taking a nap.
From their chat
I heard complaints.
It's my fault that I disturbed their childhood dream that was about to be completed.
I have a childhood, too
I had dreams in my childhood.
Who broke my childhood dream?
Look back at some sparrows flying in the distance.
I envy them the chance to dream.
Dreaming of childhood freedom and happiness.
Take a breath of air conditioning.
Watching the sunset silently for a long time.
I suddenly remembered the unfinished work.
Speed up the pace of going home