Remember the past, a little more youthful without regrets.
The old days were squirming like a long dragon, and I think that by this time the flowers of youth in the wind had been rotten, and they were not like when I was a child, my father stood on a street corner, swaying. It smelled like a very hungry bee, scattered in the air, and slept sweetly. Suddenly, I remembered some memories about youth and adolescence, and I remembered the scenes of my childhood, and time was happy. I can't help but think of the time I spent in the countryside, and I think of youth.
Youth, such a season, adolescence is always the most irritating, the most memorable. I remember when I was in the fourth grade, when we were in elementary school, we played with our parents, and we went to the wheat field to catch fish, catch fish and shrimp, and made us call black. Without complaint, the youth followed his parents and mothers to the fields to touch the fish, touched our heads with their bare butts, and hit them with great force to hit their "poisonous weeds" on their backs, so that the children would not use the cowhide. There are many loach washed together, and we will learn the appearance of adults, not the snake that catches the loach skin up and down, but a bottle of wonderful pleasure. Unfortunately, once, when we came home from school, we found a large jar of frogs in the closet, and we put it in and threw them away, watching them thrown into the pouring rain, with our eyes fixed on them