Childhood,
A beautiful and difficult-to-describe word.
What it is,
No one can tell clearly.
Perhaps,
It is a seed buried deep in the ground,
waiting for sunlight,
waiting for irrigation.
Perhaps,
It is a piece of white paper,
waiting to be scribbled on,
waiting to be written down.
Perhaps,
It is a bunch of lilies in a bottle,
waiting to bloom,
waiting to spread the fragrance.
Maybe... maybe...
Childhood is so diverse,
Childhood is so beautiful.
Childhood is waiting for us,
Waiting for more careful irrigation,
Waiting for more beautiful colors,
Waiting More fragrant aroma.
Childhood is waiting,
Waiting for us,
Our childhood becomes better in an instant... Striving to be four good boys