Time flies like this, and childhood is gone forever. We have no attachments, and our days have passed without a trace. The sky is endless, as if washed by rain and snow, so blue and so melancholy. Slowly, with the sky, we also began to have adolescent troubles.
Before she came, I seemed to sleep in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up and took me to a bright place, connecting everything around with a continuous thread and weaving colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person, and the person I know and cherish the most-it was her selfless love for the world that enriched me and filled me with great power.
A boy stuck to me as soon as I entered the garden gate. He is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red vest, blue shorts and a drooping belt. All dirty, like a small landowner. Hairy crew cut and small round white face remind me of dandelions. He wandered around in front of me like a moth on fire, craning his neck to look at my spotlight.
Looking back suddenly, I will find that this is my childhood; On the magnificent sea, a small boat is exercising. The ship is full of imprudence, innocence and simplicity, but it still pretends innocence.
Childhood, for everyone, is vague, but we often try to find that memory in our brains. Because childhood is a naive past, a naive heart and the first turning point in life, these points alone are worth pursuing.
Childhood, my dear friend, I miss you now. More and more winds have blown away our butterflies, our songs, our grapes, our snowflakes and our sweet words. When I grow up, you leave silently. Did you go to other children's houses to play with her? You must get along well! Because every child is cute.