Childhood is like a dream, and when the dream wakes up, we become what we are now.
Childhood is also like a ballad, singing as if it were someone else's story, but in a daze, it seems that I am also the protagonist of it.
Childhood is like a boat, full of candy, full of toys, full of laughter, but also full of joy.
Childhood is like a colorful dream, making people nostalgic, making people yearn..... We miss the carefree of childhood, the innocence of laughing without heart and lungs!
The story of childhood, the beauty in it is not the story.
When we grow up, our memories of our childhood will become deeper and deeper!
The innocent smiles of the children are as sweet as flowers, and every smile, word and deed, eclipses all the flowers.
When I was a child, I went on outings with my classmates, went to climb mountains, visited parks, and played and played together. At that time, we were like flowers, beautiful and simple.
I still remember secretly going to the river to play after school, swimming with my friends, climbing trees and digging bird nests together.
Between classes or after school, we often get together in pairs, and then each of us holds her own iron ring and sets up a posture to set up a rolling iron ring according to the rules.
Cheerful eagles catch chicks, and there will always be a powerful person to protect us.
Playing marbles is usually a boy's game, and it is really cute to lie in the place and stare at the seriousness of the marbles!
The exclusive game for girls is to kick the shuttlecock, jump rope, ten minutes after class break to jump for a while, come home from school, the mother has not finished cooking, will play with the little partner for a while.
Now that I think back to jumping goats, I feel unsafe and have only had to play as a child.
I used to be particularly curious, how can the gyro keep spinning?
Hopscotch, a chalk, a stone, draw a simple square, jump on one foot, jump on both feet, you can have fun all day.
The game of throwing sandbags accompanied me throughout my childhood and gave me a memory of smiling when I think of it.
When the cockfighting is played, it is very happy, but there are also small partners who are injured because of this.
The starting style of the flip rope is generally "noodle-shaped", and there are only about 5 to 6 common patterns, such as "bull's eye" or "flower handkerchief". Tie a small knot first, wrap it around your hands, prop it open in the air, and get ready for action.
Playing southeast, south, and northwest, you really have to look at the skill!
After school, three or five friends ran out of the school gate as fast as they could, found a soft piece of land, threw the school bag to the side, and everyone took a large handful of stones from their pockets and put them together, first rock scissors cloth, and then began.
The old man who made popcorn, carrying a dark jar, there was a pile of fire under the jar, the old man kept turning the jar, not much kung fu to open the can, the children would run away from a distance, only to hear a "boom", the popcorn opened the pot, and the little friends rushed to taste the popcorn out of the pot.
When I was a child, the toys were simple and interesting, and many of them were homemade, and I was tired of playing and reluctant to throw them away.
When I was a child, I had a wooden gun and played with my friends, which was very happy! If mom doesn't shout, she can play all day!
"Little Boy Lang, carrying that school bag into the school..." At that time, I always looked forward to playing after class early.
At the beginning of each new semester, I cherish the new textbook and will carefully wrap it up.
Remember the multiplication trick in the stationery box? When the teacher let me back, did I also secretly look at it?
At that time, there was not much homework after class, and I could do my homework by moving two stools at home.
Write a songbook in class and put on your favorite star stickers. Remember the tape you first bought that year?
At that time, there was such a stove for eating, and every household always had a water tank.
A stitch and a thread, a tie and a pull, every time the thread passes through the eye of the cloth, it always brings out a very light but very beautiful music, and after each stitch, the mother takes the needle and thread and gently strokes it into the hair.
In my childhood memories, I can have a movie to watch at night, just like the festival, just as lively, exciting, comfortable and comfortable!
I remember having these three-piece sets at home.
Childhood is like water, trance by;
Childhood is like a tree, thriving;
Childhood is like light, and the white colt passes through the gap;
Childhood is like a dream, passing away in a flash;
Childhood is like wine, the aroma is fragrant;
Childhood is like a song, loud and crisp.
Can't tell the childhood things, do not know the childhood song, childhood life with the fermentation of time, deeply imprinted in the memory of the mind, lingering, every time the memory will wake up laughing in the sleep.
Society is progressing, times are changing, and we are getting old. Looking back on my childhood, we still feel attached to it, and the pictures have been playing in my mind and have never left.