Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memory, there are countless shells, some of which are gloomy and evoke a sad past; There are wonderful and interesting stories that remind people of their childhood. I'm looking for the most beautiful shell on the coast of memory. Ah, I found it. ...
Looking back on childhood, many memories come to mind. Those scenes, although seemingly ridiculous, are meaningful; Those living people, together with me, witnessed the footprints of history. I seem to see the leaves hanging on the memory tree recording my past and swaying in the wind. ...
Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.
Childhood is a pure and unforgettable time. In childhood, we weave beautiful stories every day. An insect, a toy, a discovery, an argument ... seemingly insignificant, it contains our happiness, dreams and pursuits.