A little poem about childhood.

Childhood is an endless ocean,

What happened to him is like waves in the sea, and the happy melody fluctuates like waves;

Childhood is a ship,

It is full of all the stories, during the voyage in Wang Yang;

Childhood is a beautiful garden,

Everything he experienced was like a blooming flower in the garden, colorful;

Childhood is a photo album

It recorded every wonderful moment and left beautiful memories;

Childhood is a book,

Everything he experienced was recorded and merged into a touching story;

Childhood is a kite.

It flies in the blue sky with childhood dreams;

Childhood is a pencil.

What it has experienced, even if you use an eraser, will still leave a mark.