Childhood, the end of childhood, has long been untouchable and invisible. In my memory, only the bloody sun and the swinging swing are left.
Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; Childhood is happiness, which sings the music of life; Childhood is the coordinate, which records the starting point of life.
Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds; Childhood is a cloud, turning into the rain of the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing new flowers; Childhood is a flower, watch the sunset glow with me.
Childhood is the best stage of life. At that time, children were a flower and a fruit, a hazy intelligence, an endless activity and a strong desire.
Childhood is a colorful river, a colorful road, a kind bridge and a wonderful book. When I recall my childhood, I feel very happy, but I have a little nostalgia and yearning.
Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved.
Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma's bridge; Childhood is a bridge, and then the road to the future; Childhood is the way to keep us away from childhood.
Childhood is a bud in bud, waiting for the rain to pour and the sun to shine; Careful care, careful polishing. One day it will produce colorful flowers.
Time, always tomorrow becomes today and today becomes yesterday. When the wind of years blows through our hearts, our childhood years will slowly go away, but now? Perhaps in the distant future, it will also become another beautiful childhood.
Dream back to childhood, childhood memories, distant mountains as quiet as usual, only two yellow leaves attached to the eyes, cool.
Childhood, like the wind, is a fleeting time. Will disappear. In order to keep these beautiful memories, let me have a busy spiritual home with the pace of modernization. I am willing to trade all my toys for grandpa's time, and I am also willing to trade all my cakes for my childhood.
Childhood is a trickle, always flowing towards the ocean in your heart and gathering into rivers along the way.
Childhood is also a unique game, a helpless game that I play alone. The theme of the game is always-tadpoles looking for their mothers.
Eyes full of night stars, hands full of white mud, mouth full of flat peach flavor. White light, shining faintly in the sky. No dreams tonight. Childhood flows slowly between the eyebrows.