When I was a child, I often listened to my mother hum "Childhood", which is a funny song. A passage that records the beautiful thoughts of growing up. Whenever I hear it, it reminds me of many unforgettable past events.
"The lucky people use childhood to heal a lifetime, and the unfortunate people use a lifetime to heal childhood", childhood experiences seem to be crucial to our growth. We have no choice but to be born, and we can only accept what kind of reality we encounter. Yes, everyone is unique, so we have a different childhood.
When I was a little girl, I always thought that when I grew up, I would become a big bird and fly high and fly far away. That distant place is a beautiful fairy tale. I had mysterious, colorful dreams and spent countless days and nights. Dreams that you create yourself, and it feels wonderful to think about. Reveling in dreams and not wanting to come out. Later, the place of childhood became nostalgia, far away from home, wandering away. Slowly discover that the beauty, quietness, and simplicity of that memory are precious.
In my memory, in the sky of my childhood, there was a brilliant cloud, and that cloud was ever-changing and magical. In the summer evening, a slight cool breeze blows the small tree in front of the door and gently swings the small waist. The leaves rustled, far and near.
I always like to move a small bench alone, sit in front of the house, small hands dragging their cheeks, and looking motionlessly at the red sky in the distance. It was the mythical Qionglou Yuyu, where the gods and immortals practiced wine happily and freely. There are lions, unicorns, dragons, and unknown divine beasts stationed there to defend against the intrusion of demons and protect the boundaries of the Celestial Realm. The clouds were very mischievous, one moment becoming like this, the next becoming like that, like watching an interesting animation. But it was real, as if it were immersive. In front of my eyes, I can change my appearance at my fingertips.
Unconsciously, I also became a cloud. I was stationed in the Celestial Realm with my warriors, fighting with the demons who had come to harass me. We are brave warriors who effortlessly drove out demons. We looked at each other and smiled, and continued to tour every corner of the celestial realm. At this point, the little me seemed to suddenly become magnificent. I laughed happily in the wind. My world is not only me, but also the beautiful clouds in the west.
Time goes by every minute! I grew up unawares. Gradually, there was no chance to see the clouds in my memory. Interesting clouds, perhaps still there. But I never got back, the little girl in front of the door.
If there is a time machine, I still have to go there. I don't make any dreams, I don't want to make any wishes, I just want to live quietly in that cloud, which is more beautiful, more interesting, and more real than dreams.