The composition of the song "Childhood" is 500 to 600 words.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas cry in the sound of summer ..." In summer, cicadas' songs made my childhood life hear laughter, lush buttonwood trees added color to my childhood life, and naughty companions made my childhood life full of vitality. When I was a child, every summer vacation, I would go to the countryside and get close to nature. The noise and dust in the city disappeared without a trace in the mountain village. The air here is so fresh, the sky is so clear and everything is so quiet, which makes me feel relaxed and happy. The fields in the countryside are golden, and hardworking farmers are busy harvesting millet. I walked happily among the buildings and read aloud the ancient poem "Compassion for Peasants". After reciting it, I hurried to catch the native chicken and learn from Niu Jiao's "Cleisthenes". Tired, I squatted by the stream and watched ducks playing in the water. The scenery in the countryside is a beautiful picture of my childhood. Two hours later, every summer night, I would come under the buttonwood and tell stories with my friends. Our own rich imagination, let our sweet voices fly, and make up a vivid and interesting fairy tale to share with our partners. After telling the story, we came to a lawn, stood on tiptoe, lifted our trousers, let our feet tread gently on the lawn, pricked up our ears and listened quietly to how beautifully the insects sang. Then, we chased each other on the lawn, and happy laughter broke the silence of the night. The conversation, insects and laughter on a summer night are the beautiful melodies of my childhood. Three hours later, every summer, cicadas will sing summer songs in the trees, and I will go to grandpa's vegetable field to play. Although the weather is sultry, in grandpa's vegetable field, vines of pumpkin, wax gourd and cucumber are climbing everywhere, and green leaves block the strong sunshine. Grandpa's vegetable garden is a good place to spend the summer. I sometimes watch ants move quietly in the garden; Sometimes let grandpa use bamboo sticks and plastic bags as insect catching tools, and then wave it to catch dancing butterflies; Sometimes pick a red tomato to quench your thirst; Sometimes in the weeds in the garden, pull out a few plants of green bristlegrass and weave a few furry puppies. Grandpa's vegetable garden was a charming landscape when I was a child. My childhood life was carefree, and the beautiful summer made my childhood more brilliant.