No matter how gloomy a person's life is, there is always a memory worth cherishing, and that is warmth.
It was childhood.
Children's eyes are always pure, and everything always shines brightly in their pupils, such as grandma's cat walking along the wall forever, and grandma's silver knitting needle dancing in her hand.
I was about the age of kindergarten at that time. It was a foolish but bold and open and happy time. Every time I go home, I sit on the crossbar in front of my father's bike. Facing the open world, the children's joy is beyond words. Blow in a big way, and your hair will fly backwards. I grabbed my father's clothes, squinted at the wind and sang loudly the song that the teacher taught us today. Passers-by look askance, but how can a happy singer notice those strange eyes? When I see an aunt and a grandmother smiling at me cheerfully, I will hide in my father's arms and snicker happily, and then I will sing vertically.
Dad was blinded by the tip of my hair, so he put his chin gently on my head. I stopped singing and tried to raise my head. "Keep singing, Dad is listening!" I listen and sing. I don't know when to sing, and I'm getting tired. I leaned in my father's arms and told him an anecdote that happened in kindergarten today. We will laugh at each other happily, and the excitement will fall with the wind, pushing away countless flowers around us.
Now, on my way home, I always plug in my headphones and watch the scenery silently, or the time is going backwards. Once, I heard a child about my age sitting behind an electric car, holding the trunk and singing "Happy New Year" loudly. Her mouth is exaggerated and her smile is obvious. She kept singing over and over again.
In a trance, I saw a small figure a few years ago, singing the same song and singing my own joy in the world. It's just that the passing time has taken away the singing and happiness. It will attract the attention of others.
I miss those days more and more.
Yes, childhood is a memory that everyone should cherish. It has no intrigue, no intention, the purest, the happiest and the most cherished.
There is a warm memory, that is childhood.