Childhood is beautiful, and the ancients also had many poems describing childhood life. I found that:

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

_ _ _ Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child