The end of childhood dream composition

1 at the end, alas, it was really an empty joy. From then on, I knew that the stars were not created by crayons, and he also needed to work hard. Several years have passed, but that interesting life still often appears in my mind. Childhood is a dream, full of infinite possibilities and infinite beauty. Bitter, sweet, sour, red, orange and blue, with endless aftertaste. This interesting story in childhood made me realize a profound truth-don't do things you don't know or understand rashly. Happy childhood is like a light smoke blown away by a breeze and a mist evaporated by Chu Yang. That colorful time has become an eternal memory in my heart through careful taste. I often pick this childhood flower, smell its refreshing fragrance, and share a little secret with my friends. Or jump into the sparkling river of childhood, swim and have fun, and have childhood dreams with friends. How I want to catch this slug again! However, childhood is gone forever like running water. Only when I dream back in the middle of the night can I quietly recall the childlike innocence that has passed away forever. Time turns the present into the past and the future into the present. He is generous, he is fair, but I will never go back to my childhood.