In a flash, money and status are like passing clouds. Every day, I wear various masks and mingle with all kinds of people. Looking at the seemingly mature face in the mirror, I suddenly seem to be back to that period of virginity and live that carefree and dreamy life.

In the early morning of the rising sun, in the sunset sky, in the continuous drizzle, Picturesque memories of my childhood. Can I go back to my virginity, even if I have to exchange everything?

I remember that my childhood was full of happiness and bitterness. When I was in primary school, my teacher asked us what we would do when we grew up. The most popular answer at that time was scientists, and so did I. When I was in junior high school, another teacher asked us what we would do in the future, I was already able to think about some questions. Being a scientist didn't mean talking about it. At that time, the most glorious occupation was a teacher, so I said.

But now I know that dreams are just people's wishful thinking about their bright future, and reality always has a certain distance from dreams. And now I am totally different from my childhood. As people grow older, they will find themselves farther and farther away from their original appearance.

Someone once said that people are angular when they are born. But as time goes by, people encounter more and more, and people become more and more smooth. Society is like a huge dye vat. People are originally colorful, but when they soak in the dye vat, everyone becomes a color.

I miss that carefree childhood ...

Childhood memories

Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which is warm enough. Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow after a storm, colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset glow, so memorable. The wind can't blow away this warm memory, and the rain can't hide this touching melody. Only the lovely sunshine shines on it and preserves it. Looking back on the unremarkable childhood events, although the events are small, the memories are so touching, because with these memories, you can make continuous progress, continuous pursuit and continuous growth.

childhood always reminds people. Think back to that colorful dream, when you were learning English, when you first stepped on the stage, for the first time ... At that moment, those shots suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

It was an unforgettable childhood. On the day when I first took up a new schoolbag and went to school, I was finally able to go to school like other children. For me, this was a historic moment. My parents took pictures of this most happy and unforgettable appearance with a camera, which became the most comforting thing for my father and mother and the happiest portrayal of my family. This unforgettable moment, so beautiful and so sweet, has always appeared in my mind. But the beauty is only the past. In the long days, after repeated tempering, I have honed my weak self as hard as steel.

childhood is the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, and childhood with beautiful dreams flies by. Childhood dreams are colorful, as beautiful as a hundred flowers, memorable and lingering. At that time, there were no worries or worries. Childhood dreams are like in the night sky, so wide and quiet. Childhood dreams are like countless stars. They only blink, can't speak, are honest and calm ... Countless stars, like countless dreams, have poured into my small head. From then on, I have been thinking about countless problems.

Growing up under the blue sky and dreaming in the night sky are like piling up small castles on the beach and dreams by the blue sea. When I was a child, I always liked to play under the banyan tree, and I liked to sit there quietly, listening to the old man telling the old story. At that time, my dream was green. When I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown, enjoying the golden leaves flying all over the sky in the autumn when the leaves fell. At that time, my dream was golden. When I was a child, I always liked dreaming. I couldn't find the exit of the maze when I was walking in the dream. I was locked in the maze again and again, and my heart was so confused ...

Memories make everything in the world quiet, make people relaxed, make people feel warm, remind you of distant and unreachable dreams, and remind you of the melody beating in the rain. When you fall, a force is watching you, reminding you of flying paper planes under the blue sky and flying dreams that you look forward to.

the clock can only go forward, but it can't go backwards. Childhood only has aftertaste and memories ...

Recovering childhood

The old man is really an "old urchin" and stole our childhood when we finally began to understand.

if childhood is a clear spring, we are the rain and dew that converge into this spring; If childhood is a picture, we are Ma Liang with a magic pen; If childhood is a piece of music, we are the notes that make up the score ...

In short, if childhood is a blank sheet of paper, then we are designers. Naive and naive, we draw a stroke here and a little there. Although it is a bit messy, all the joy is overflowing on the paper.

I spent my childhood in the country.

The sky in the country is exceptionally blue, and the trees are particularly lush, so children who grow up in the country are as "wild" as the nature there, and I am the most typical representative among these wild boys.

spring is my happiest season. Every March or so, I will take some food and have a picnic with my friends on the mountain without telling my family. This activity was kept secret until one day when we were sharing the fruits of our labor, a sudden rainstorm came. Unsuspecting, we were drenched. Needless to say, we must be beaten by K when we go back. Even so, we often steal out for picnics, which is really unchanging!

summer is my liveliest moment. My horoscope is similar to water, so my family hates me playing with water. However, I am not afraid of death, and I often organize my friends to catch crabs and swim in the river. "Bad things" will always be exposed. Once, my big brother, who went with me to look for the source of the river, accidentally slipped into the water and hit the rocks at the bottom of the river, and blood kept pouring out of his forehead. "This is a disaster." We kids gave up the "plan to find water" in a hurry and sent the players who hung flowers home quickly. Of course, I still have to be punished if I get into trouble. I still clearly remember the scene when my grandmother picked up a broom and chased me around the village after hearing the news.

Although the "earth-shattering" events I did in my childhood were always greeted by criticism and corporal punishment, I still look forward to the fearless life. But as time goes by, our happiness is overwhelmed by a mountain of homework.

"where is our childhood?" I questioned old man time.

"Son, when you grow up, you must learn to be mature." Old man Time earnestly educated me.

"Is this really the case? When people grow up, they will no longer have childhood, and even happiness will fly away? " I have doubts about the answer of the time old man. I decided to break the law of human growth and look for the childhood that belongs to youth.

I succeeded!

Youth childhood is "boring" to chat with classmates during recess; Youth childhood is a "nervous state" of laughing with classmates for no reason after dinner; Youth childhood is the joy of solving mathematical problems after "going through thousands of difficulties and dangers"! It turns out that childhood has always been with me, but the youthful childhood lacks that licentiousness and ignorance.

My mother often laughs that I still like to hide in her arms like a child. I am not ashamed of this, because my childhood is also hidden in my mother's arms!

get back to childhood

childhood is like a building block castle in memory, which is scattered after being carefully built, and it is difficult to rebuild it as it is, just becoming an eternal bubble in a dream. -Inscription

Childhood is a kite that has been lost and flown away in your hand, which is getting more and more blurred, and you are getting farther and farther away ...

Time flies, stepping on the first dawn of the morning, humming nursery rhymes, carrying a schoolbag, and sailing in the direction of dreams in a paper plane of childhood; Lollipop in mouth, happily rippling on the swing, revealing naive appearance; Tears and sweat soaked on the ivory tower, memories solidified in the summer by the pond, eyes shining with distant brightness.

as time goes by, the dance of the years flies by, and cardamom is pure and shy in her youth, and her clean shoulders are swept by the wind, so she occasionally finds time to sing loudly to the wilderness together, and the atmosphere of youth is everywhere.

Time passes by, and there is no galloping of bicycles and no washing of swings. Every day, the pen is the most in hand, and the word is the most in the eye; What I think most about is achievement, and what I crave most in my heart is miracle.

The boring study life makes us breathless. We occasionally look up at the starry sky and think of ourselves in childhood. Rolling on the lawn in spring, catching grasshoppers in the fields in summer, picking up maple leaves under trees in autumn and making snowmen on the flat ground in winter. I'm afraid it's hard to play back to childhood in life.

With the growth of age, a person's childlike innocence and curiosity will gradually weaken, while his enterprising spirit and self-motivation will become stronger. What we have lost is not only our childhood, but also our innocent heart.

When we see bubbles all over the sky, we yearn again; When we hear rhythmic songs, we hope again; There was a sigh when we felt that we would transition from a minor to an adult.

what has killed our sharpness and sharpness? What killed our innocence and mischief? What has dimmed our youth and vitality?

Is it just time that makes us meet our childhood by mistake? Maybe it's to realize the dream of staying in our hearts, or maybe it's pushed to the cusp of the college entrance examination. We need to work hard and we can't grow up. Sea tactics, hysteria, shouting the courage to struggle.

But, where did you go as a child?

Find your childhood, find your simple memories, relive your pure silence, and give up your hypocritical splendor.

Recover childhood, so that you and I can stay away from this noisy intersection and this treacherous world. Recover childhood, just for the lonely and sad mind, and let the displaced mind have a quiet habitat.

As time goes by, it will stretch into a line, so long, so long memory, her name is childhood.