Did you think this prose poem was beautiful when you were a child? Where is the beauty?

Have you ever thought that a candy can be happy for a long time in the gentle and innocent season of sunshine? Have you ever thought about the childhood when you were young, when you looked at the blue sky outside the window and played in the flowers and green leaves? I can't see your childhood when you grow up. The blue dream sleeps in the quietly passing car, and the beautiful child is lost in the path. This is an eternal and beautiful life without tears and sadness-Wang Feng's Fireworks has not touched this term for a long time, childhood. Such an era of white and green. Perseveringly believe that tomato sauce dyed the sunset red; Under the old willow tree in Croknack, there lived a grandmother who could tell stories. Dolls will dance by themselves when no one is around; Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet in the sky every year. Grandma also said that if a grain of rice falls to the ground, the wolf will eat you in the middle of the night, and the dragon king who plays with the dough will come down to take you away. Therefore, we are always careful when eating. When adults wrapped jiaozi, they watched eagerly but never dared to take away the clean dough. They just expect the dumpling skin to fall to the ground and then pick it up with joy. They will also remember to run out and expose the dirty place to the sky, tell the dragon king that I am a good boy, and then play it from white to black. Childhood dreams are always full of colorful colors, including the dreams of the Monkey King and Donald Duck-by the way, at that time, it was also called a robot cat, blue and round, with a big mouth when laughing and silly eyes when crying. That was my favorite cartoon in my childhood. Every afternoon at six o'clock, it's robot cat time that no one bothers, and CCTV seems to suddenly shine. The opening song of children's voice is so beautiful. It flies around in that song, with a small propeller on its head and a clear light ice blue sky in the background, which makes people want to laugh. At that time, there was always a drawer in the room, waiting for Doraemon to come inadvertently one day. No matter how careless you are, you will remember to open the drawer slightly when you sleep. Its head is so big that it hurts when you hit it. Until now, when I close my eyes, I always feel the sunshine at that time, spreading in the air, lazy but warm, wrapping me like syrup. The whole person is crisp, biting, "squeaking" and the smell is heartbreaking ... childhood books are always magical and imposing. The wolf will pretend to be sick, the tiger will play down a peg or two, the eaten lamb will be rescued from the belly of the black bear by the hunter, and Little Red Riding Hood will always be the winner. Because you are young, everything is brand new. Fairy tales of Snow White and Cinderella, stories of Mother Sheep and Rabbit. Watch it once, watch it twice, and you can never get tired of it. The end of things is always "everyone lives happily ever after", which makes people's mouth rise. I always liked Clamp at that time, so I firmly believe that when I find a four-leaf clover, I will be happy. Childhood books are the most colorful. The world shrinks into a piece of paper, with endless sweet secrets and heavy fragrance, wrapping the fallen people; Above is the wind blowing from the high sky, which has become the softest whisper when landing. It says that we can embrace each other across the world and tell our worries when we grow up. The invisible angel took away this little thought and blossomed everywhere all the time. This is the ordinary joy. -I believe that in this "ordinary", there is the deepest truth in life. Birds sing in the wind, flowers shine in the snow, and beautiful children have a quiet dream. Such an auspicious and stable dream needs to be believed and appreciated. Childhood is really like this. Lying on the roof, the big man's cloud ate the little man's cloud; On the frolicking grass, crickets in summer are flapping their wings vigorously, which is a beautiful ballad; Little Square, which fought in the mud, has been paved with beautiful and hard tiles, but at that time it was full of green joy, or it was quietly issued from the depths of the earth's crust; In front of the demolished kindergarten, grandma's trolley full of popsicles still appears day after day, from which you can still find the familiar kind smile; In the sunset, there will be children who are sketched thin. They understand that delaying the setting of the sun is to let them go home in the light; Fairy tales tell every child without exception that the world is a happy paradise; The cartoon continues. Trees will be green every year like last year. Children will sing "Remember when I was a child, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh". There are flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. And those good days, those good people, those non-stop jointing growth, have all passed. Because we can no longer spread our hair like deep grass and deep trees; Can't be moved by countless simple pleasures, but stop running; Can no longer "cry and forget"; You can't imagine flying into the sky in the ripples of a swing. Although we love the mellow and warm world, no one can live on the Neverland forever like Peter Pan. Behind us, there is already a ghost of reality. As we all know, people don't know where they are, but the green waves still flow eastward. The story of bidding farewell to childhood is always changing, bidding farewell to the years flowing on the windmill of childhood, bidding farewell to the warmth on grandpa's knees, and letting young nature shape a brand-new legend. All flapping wings are unwilling to be lonely. Let the surging soul burn the coldness of the frozen years, forget the past, forget that tomorrow will set foot on today's springboard, let the voice from the bottom of my heart burst into power beyond dreams in this sky, create my own brand-new beliefs, and let my thoughts fly with the wind in this sky. Long hair in the wind is a fluttering flag, which shows life as a poem. Yesterday we said goodbye to our childhood. We started to trouser legs and headed for the coast of youth. At the end of the road is water, and the ship is closely connected with the road. We will sail to find that green dream.