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As for childhood, it has always been my dream castle, firmly bound and locked in it.
About childhood, it has always been a happy memory that I can't forget, and there are too many words waiting for me to say.
As for childhood, it has always been the purest holy land in my heart, although it has been as transparent as dust for many years.
I had an absurd dream recently: I dreamed that I became a butterfly, shaking the wings as thin as silkworms and dancing in the rape blossoms all over the sky. Enjoy the sweetness and fragrance of pollen and indulge in the sea of flowers without any worries. Dreams are dreams after all, and there is always a time to wake up. When the morning came, I walked out of my dream, but the reality remained the same, only the dream just now reminded me of my childhood. ...
The most impressive picture in my memory is catching butterflies. When I was a child, this season was the time when rape blossoms were blooming all over the sky. Standing in front of the house and looking at the endless rape fields, people can't help but feel energetic. The dazzling golden color spread like a carpet. Looking at those, I suddenly have an impulse to search. Seeing the rape field in front of our house, my heart has long been itchy, but the adults have always told us not to play underground. But at that time, curious children like us, unable to withstand the temptation, came to play in the rape field in droves. I was a very strange kind. Although I played with them, they actually followed me. There is still some prestige in their eyes at ordinary times. As long as I suggest, they have to follow, because no one wants to play alone. In this way, I tied everyone together and came to the promised land that I have been longing for for for a long time.
When we came to the underground of rape blossoms, we first picked rape blossoms like devils entering the village, and then we wouldn't stop until we picked them. Dancing with yellow flowers in your hands seems to show off your achievements. Looking at those golden rape flowers in my hand, I am so happy, let alone so happy. Together, you throw me, I throw you, and chase each other with the flowers that have just been picked.
Play until your hands are empty. Looking at the flowers floating all over the floor, I was thinking about tricks in my mind. Suddenly I found flying butterflies, and I had an idea: catch butterflies. So I led everyone to catch butterflies, and everyone rushed to a new goal.
Butterflies are mostly white, only rare black. Small, not easy to catch. I waited anxiously for the butterfly to stop in the flowers, and when it stopped slowly, I quickly reached out to catch it, but somehow I pulled my hand back and saw it was empty. He chased it quickly, and when it was in the new bunk, he reached for it, but his hand was still empty. Look at those butterflies. They seem to have eyes on their wings and fly as soon as they reach out. "I get it, I get it," came the voice of Erpang, still showing off. As a leader, how can I accept to chase that hateful butterfly? Keep your eyes on those targets, they fly there and chase there.
Many things have happened, and many achievements have been made in his hands. Get it in front of them, show my strength, see the thin shadow in their hands and admire it secretly. We don't know that the sun is going down unless we hear adults calling our names. I hurried home and turned around. The rape field is already unsightly. Run home like a butterfly, afraid to make any noise.
Evening came and I had dinner with my family. Suddenly, I heard a loud scolding voice, "whose children were raised and taught, and my rape fields were trampled." My family worked hard to grow it, and you ruined it for me. "Hear the sound of the fat aunt. The countryside is already very quiet at night, and the sound is even louder at this time. When you hear this tone, you know it has something to do with your family, so you run out and listen to the reason. And I, hiding at home, dare not come out. "Aunt, uncle, tell me about what good things your family has done? With those children, I played in my rape field and stepped on a lot. "She said fat aunt, no, we all told him not to go there to play. Are you mistaken? "Grandma said quickly." Yes, is there a mistake? "Grandpa followed suit." There, it's your modesty. I asked those children, and they said it was brought by your family. "Just listen to her loud voice." Ah, I'll call him out and ask him. Grandma said angrily, "Come out quickly, did you do it?" ""Did you do it? " Grandpa also asked. At this time, I was speechless and stood there saying nothing. "Look, it's him, right? He is the only one who took those wild children. "She said. Just gawk at her, but don't know what to say. Thinking only about the consequences and punishments, I hurried home, and no one else was interested in listening to what they said.
I saw my grandparents come into the house angrily, pulled me out of the room and asked questions. Grandpa, when I was talking on the phone with a broom, I was suddenly beaten, and tears were everywhere, just crying and not talking. Grandma saw it and blamed grandpa, saying, "Why did you hit someone?"? Children should be taught slowly. Can you just hit him? " She snatched the broom from grandpa in a hurry. "You don't play, just say he still has a long memory. Tell him not to go. He insisted on going, which made me very angry. " Grandpa said. And I just kept crying and didn't resist. Later, grandma stayed alone in the room, crying slowly, and then, crying, I didn't know how to sleep. ...
Recalling these past childhood memories, I feel deeply at this time. Looking at the elderly grandparents who are no longer so strict, I think that I am no longer the naughty child, and my childhood has quietly passed away. Now it's far away from them. In a foreign land, I can't help but think of those childhood memories when I see rape flowers. I can't help but miss the past years and those innocent childhood memories. ...
Last night, I had another dream: I turned myself into a butterfly and danced in the rape flowers in front of my house. ...