"The sun goes down, and it will climb up tomorrow morning, and the flowers will bloom like this tomorrow. My little bird won't come ... "When those familiar ballads are recalled in my ears again, my heart surges with bitterness. I envy my childhood and always explore every corner of the world with a sunny heart. The heart of a child is nothing more than this. The newborn baby embraces the world around him with the most sincere heart.
I always remember a song that my teacher taught me when I was a child: "Little boys have less troubles. As the years grew from small to large, his troubles increased. " Nowadays, Children's Day has long passed, and on June 1st every year, it seems as if I have returned to my childhood memories by watching my sister and brother holding gifts in their hands. Those deep memories covered with moss have always been cherished in my heart. When people are born, there will always be countless question marks in their hearts, just like when we were young, we would ask our elders all kinds of strange questions unscrupulously. But when we grow up, we are infiltrated by society and become timid, sometimes even huddled up like hedgehogs. When we say the answer that satisfies the people around us, have we sincerely asked ourselves, "Is this really what we want?" Why did we become like this?
I have seen the American TV series "Growing Pains", and many of them talk about a series of problems that children encounter after entering adolescence, and the contradictions with their parents, schools and so on. In this TV series, we will have a * * * sound. The children in it seem to be us now. We are non-mainstream and pursue independence, but like a colorful polygon, it has long been smoothed by the secular. Externally, we look perfect, but where is the inner self? We are indeed a circle, but it is a solid color circle, losing the original five colors. Just inexplicable coolness in my heart. As we grow older, our sincerity hides something or even doesn't. Should we feel sad?
Childhood, that is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile on our lips. Ms. Bing Xin praised her childhood in a poem, and every time she reads it, she will have a new feeling. Childhood innocence, like a colorful flower, always conveys our dreams and happiness. Just like Jenny in the story, she did seven good things with the petals of seven-color flowers. Perhaps childhood has gone away from us, but we can keep a pure childlike innocence, love the people around us with the most flawless heart, love the world and continue to build our dreams.
Life is a ship. I am willing to go forward bravely with a beautiful childlike innocence. No matter whether it is a storm or a rainstorm, I will try my best to fill the sails with the courage of a child and move forward fearlessly!