1. Childhood is like a palette, which I keep adjusting and adjusting to bring out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's Cube, which gently turns and turns to bring out my joys, sorrows, and joys.

2. The hourglass of time deposits the past that cannot be escaped, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows. The wings of youth cut through painful memories; yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in the heart.

3. Leave quietly, and gradually everything will become a memory. When I think of the past, those teachers, and those classmates, I can only laugh in the memories and cry in the memories. . Suddenly everything felt empty and everything around me became quiet. Tears have already welled up in the corners of my eyes. I know that nothing can go back. I wave to everyone and say goodbye, and let us treasure this beautiful memory in our hearts.

4. Childhood is a pen that paints wonderful pictures; childhood is a painting full of gorgeous flowers; childhood is a bouquet of flowers that exudes a refreshing fragrance.

5. The time gap has been so long that I have forgotten the partners I first played with. Time flies, in which corner are my current partners busy?

6. Looking at them all, there are very few traces of my childhood, but fortunately I have good memories that allow me to recall those unforgettable days. Childhood is really short, it is like a candy, making people miss its sweet taste.

7. Childhood dreams are in the countryside, and that beautiful countryside is our other home. In spring, when our parents were planting rice in the fields, we would make clay figures on the side; in summer, when our parents would not let us go into the water, we would pound cicadas in the fields; in autumn, we are happiest, when the citrus in our hometown is so sweet and the rice is waiting to be harvested. , the sense of desolation has disappeared, and prosperity is the gift given to you by autumn; in winter, there are no snowflakes in the south, and we are all wrapped up tightly. At this time, we were not afraid of the severe cold. We took a few baskets and looked towards the countryside. The cold river water froze the fish and shrimps, and there were countless fish in the ditches. As long as you scooped them up with a basket, those little things were caught!

8. If memory itself is grapes, then the process of recall is fermentation. Everyone has the tendency to strive to make their own history cleaner and better, so they often unconsciously make various forms of repairs to their memories, or even further refine them, before they feel satisfied.

9. I am very lucky and I want to thank my parents. Childhood days are beautiful and worth remembering. Childhood relies on an era and also reflects an era. Our childhood was in an era of rising and openness. Our generation is a generation that never gives up, is never conservative, and is never closed. We like freedom and adventure. We are very lucky, thanks to the older generation. We should also let the older generation thank us. We are the generation that has risen independently.

10. Childhood dreams are on campus. In the classroom, we listened attentively, accompanied by bursts of questions; on the playground, we played games happily, and laughter crossed the sky.

11. Memories may be beautiful, or they may be painful. Beautiful memories bring people infinite reverie, while painful memories bring people endless pain. But at least I know that the memories of junior high school life will become indelible memories in my brain.

12. Memories make everything in the world quiet, relax and warm, remind you of distant but not distant dreams, and remind you of the rain in the rain. It's a beating melody. When you fall, a force is watching you, reminding you of flying paper airplanes under the blue sky, and letting you fly the dreams you are looking forward to.

13. Memories can keep away from the ordinary, and can make the originally ordinary days betray reality and make a transcendent flight.

14. The days of my youth were lonely, so lonely that it makes me feel cold just thinking about it now. Only the monotonous shadows watched Liulan, listened to the pine breeze, and smelled the fragrance of flowers with me.

15. Together we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and together we hold back the wind of childhood with both hands. We wish that our childhood life can last forever in the spring fields.

16. Time flies by like water, like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, we are already young. Although we are still called young by adults, I think we are not old yet, but our weak heart has already become old under the polish of the years. And go.

Childhood playmates are now running around, both in school and in life, but in the end, they are still in life. I don't know if they still remember the sweet dreams we had on the roof under the stars. I only know that my dreams are blessings to you.

17. Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; childhood is happiness, singing the music of life; childhood is the coordinate, recording the starting point of life.

18. There will be success as well as failure. Of course, there will be salty tears but also sweet smiles. Only with loss can we make up the lingering songs of yesterday. Only with sadness can we have the romantic color of yesterday.

19. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds from the sky; childhood is the clouds, turning into the rain of the new year; childhood is the rain, nourishing the newly born flowers; childhood is the flowers, accompanying me to watch the sunset.

20. Childhood, childhood stories are so real and interesting. Everyone will have a childhood story that is full of warmth, joy and unforgettable.

21. Since we always pass each other, what’s the point of missing you? I will recall your profile with a nostalgic attitude. Is it nostalgia, not longing? The beginning of summer, the folding of cicadas, Wei Rui's summer is unwilling to admit it.

22. I can’t imagine that my childhood has left me, and I feel this way because my parents are urging me to find a girlfriend. It turns out that I am already an independent adult in their hearts. It's really funny to have this feeling. In my childhood, I could finally find a girlfriend "above and above board". I can’t imagine it either. It seems like just yesterday, the teacher emphasized “don’t fall in love early”. It turns out that "puppy love" and "love" are so close. Childhood ends with no boundaries between boyhood and youth.

23. Golden childhood is happy, and recalling golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, toys, laughter, and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning for it. The interesting things that happened in my childhood often bring me into beautiful memories.

24. Look back occasionally, otherwise you will always be chasing and not know what you have lost.

25. Golden childhood is happy, and recalling golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, toys, laughter, and happiness.

26. Missing is a kind of happy sadness, a kind of sweet melancholy, and a kind of warm pain. Missing is the long accumulation of yesterday and the longing for a better future. It is precisely because of longing that we have the joy of meeting again after a long separation, the surprise of unexpected encounters, and the toasts of celebration when relatives and friends get together.

27. Childhood is like bunches of waves in the river. There are calmness as level as a mirror, slight ripples, and turbulent waves. Childhood is also like boiling water that must be drank in life. , some are sweet, some are bitter and spicy. My childhood was full of happiness, but also full of troubles... Who says children are carefree, but I had a lot of troubles.

28. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and what is stirring in the air is our dew-like laughter.

29. How much I miss the wonderful memories of our childhood when we all yelled about looking for insects in the grass together!

30. There are no lingering thoughts in the heart, so why not lingering thoughts? Then a picture of traveling through time and space unfolded in my mind, reflecting like water turning back the years. Until, the space that I always yearn for; until, the childhood that I deeply cherish.

31. Childhood life is already too far away, but recalling it feels more cordial. The distance adds to the charm of life, and the space shows the longing of longing. I recalled it affectionately over and over again, and recalled it fondly again and again, as if I had returned to my childhood. The ups and downs of childhood, the joys and sorrows of childhood, the laughter of childhood, and the light footsteps of childhood fill the sky in my mind from time to time. yes! How wonderful it would be if time could be turned back and years could be stopped! In this way, I can return to the small sand river that haunts me in my dreams, and the entrance to the Great Wall that is filled with the sweat and joy of my childhood. That is my hometown full of interesting childhood stories!

32. In my childhood hometown, the temperature was slightly lower than now and there was more rain. Especially around the Dragon Boat Festival, it usually rains a few times. A few breezes and a few showers of rain washed the mountains and plains into a state of green mountains and fields like blankets.

Pink wild morning glories bloom all over the ridges of the ditch banks, and herds of cattle and sheep roam in the fertile grassland, turning the hot summer into a poetic and picturesque scene; the wheat that has drunk enough rain begins to joint vigorously, like the boundless blue sky. Clouds covered the vast wilderness at the foot of the Great Wall. Girls went all over the mountains and fields to pick wild flowers of various colors, while we boys jumped on the backs of donkeys to chase hares, as powerful as Genghis Khan's Mongolian cavalry. Now more than thirty years have passed, and the youthful passion of galloping across the rivers and lakes and competing in the Central Plains is still vivid in my mind.

33. Looking back on yesterday, we have a clear conscience, even though too much bitterness has melted into yesterday’s plowshares, even though too much sadness has filled our hearts, and even though too much helplessness has been written on our On his face, he tried to avoid spending too much energy on yesterday's process.

34. A sad text records the past that is fluttering in the wind, and those sad words fly among the scars created by the years, thus creating even sadder traces. It used to be so beautiful, but now it is so peaceful and plain. Everything seems to have been forgotten with the passage of time, but the words recorded on the paper are still gorgeous and still interpret the past...

35. The torrent of time has swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body deeply marked by time and a vicissitudes of heart.

36. Childhood, like running water, is gone forever, but the interesting past events of childhood will never be forgotten.

37. Leave quietly, and gradually everything will become a memory. When I think of the past, those teachers, and those classmates, I can only laugh in the memories and cry in the memories. . Suddenly everything felt empty and everything around me became quiet.

38. Tears are already welling up in the corners of my eyes. I know that nothing can go back. I wave to everyone and say goodbye, and let us treasure this beautiful memory in our hearts.

39. Childhood is a rushing river, gone forever. Childhood is a sweet candy, which makes people have endless aftertaste. Childhood is a blooming flower, blooming with infinite hopes and dreams! Goodbye, my Childhood! Goodbye, my childhood memories!

40. Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.

41. Memories slowly begin to erode reality, and the joy of my early years pours in bit by bit, making me want to know where my strange yet familiar partner was born. How are they doing now? There is so much to say, but now I just want to ask how are you? Remember your childhood friend?

42. Childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a string of colorful pearls, making people nostalgic and recalling.

43. Dreams often change. Dreams are the goals that people pursue in life. Only through struggle and hard work can dreams come true and become reality.

44. Go back to that innocent, romantic and carefree childhood, the joy of climbing up the trees to pick out birds, going down to the river to catch fish and shrimps, catching crickets in the grass, and playing with bees and butterflies among the wild flowers. years.

45. The once immature soul has become mature, and the once petite seedling has grown into a small tree. In the process of growing up, a lot has changed and a lot has been forgotten, but those childlike words and things are still engraved in my heart.

46. Everyone’s childhood is colorful, and everyone has a different childhood. Childhood is carefree; childhood is innocent; childhood is like a piece of beautiful jade; pure and white.

47. Growing up under the blue sky, dreams in the night sky are like small castles piled up on the beach, and dreams piled up on the blue seaside; children always like to play under the banyan tree. , and I like to sit there quietly, listening to the old man telling the old stories, when the dreams were green; when I was a child, I always liked to sit in front of my hometown, admiring the pieces of clothing in the autumn leaves. Golden leaves were flying all over the sky, and the dream at that time was golden. When I was a child, I always liked to dream. I walked through a maze and couldn't find the exit. I was locked in the maze again and again. I felt so confused. In real life, when it aroused my fighting spirit, the dream was like fire. color.

48. My childhood dream is to let all the beautiful things never disappear and be with me forever.

Later I learned that there is something called a "camera" in the world, which can record the moments you want to record. However, when facing it, I can no longer find the happiness I had before. All I have is a smile. Deliberate pursuit will not bring you happiness! Perhaps those innocent joys can only be kept fresh and treasured in memories.

49. Childhood is like a musical score, composing one interesting story after another. Childhood is the rainbow after the rain, a picture scroll of memories, and the most beautiful time worth remembering. Ah, childhood, how fascinating you are!

50. The beautiful moments of childhood are unforgettable for me. I will definitely enrich my childhood and let the childhood photo albums, one after another, start my wonderful life.

51. We took the opportunity to make trouble in the crowd and make small moves. Sometimes they simply sneak under the crotch of adults. If the adults retract their legs, it will be bad luck. That's really funny. His head is stuck, he's in a dilemma, he's waving his arms and legs, and he's more embarrassed than an overturned turtle.

52. Childhood is a dreamy and colorful name, and childhood life is even more unpredictable, colorful and brilliant. Some childhoods are happy and joyful. In front of my parents and elders, I smiled and said: "Writing is actually not difficult. I regard writing as the joy of life. Composition is like my life. I can't lose writing in my life." . ”

53. When you, who have just graduated, stand in front of the primary school gate again, when you look at the cheerful smiling faces of the primary school students who are filing out, when you are about to shed tears. When you hurriedly ran away holding your friend's hand, you knew that this school that once contained all your memories of the past six years could no longer be found.

54. Childhood is the most brilliant color in memory. It is the colorful kite in my father's hand, and it is the milky white milk that my mother brings to my mouth. Childhood is the most beautiful voice in memory. It is a big squeaking windmill bought at the temple fair, and it is a quacking little duck made by grandpa himself. Childhood is a stream flowing with joy; childhood is a sweet song; childhood is my eternal memory.

55. With the crisp sound like silver bells, it reminds me of my childhood life. At that time, I was childish, cute, and lively, and the things I did were also childish. Among the many stars, pick a bright star, it makes my memory fresh.

56. I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur. As time goes by, it will fade away. And the boring transition of middle school life gradually faded away. Unforgettable, there are only a few looking back, and they are unbreakably stuck in the memory.

57. Do you still remember the name of your childhood friend? Do you still know what he or she looks like?

58. The footprints of childhood are evocative. On the dense trees, cicadas are calling for summer; only butterflies are resting on the leaf-tipped swing; the teacher’s chalk on the blackboard is still chirping desperately. I kept writing; I left a string of laughter from children on the way to school; the naughty children were still playing and making noise in the river, but they forgot their parents’ worries...

59. Based on today, We keep our eyes open, walk through the passing years of yesterday, ignite new hopes, let go of new dreams, and shuttle through the tunnel of life. Today is another starting point, another morning sun. Please open the window of your soul and embrace the sunshine! Embrace today!

60. Childhood is not as pure as the heart of a child (although today’s children are also more precocious), it embodies a larger social background. Children from small mountain villages grew up under the diligent influence of their parents in their childhood, forming a diligent character and also developing patience. The hardships of life have left a deep imprint on their young minds. Their childhood life is vague, but impressive, with vague fun, the profound backs of their parents bending in the fields, the familiar calluses on their parents' hands, and the deep wrinkles on their faces.

61. Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you reminisce; childhood is like a stormy rainbow; it is colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the sunset. The peripheral vision is so nostalgic; it is also like the winding road that allows you to grow. It is impossible for the wind to blow away these warm memories; it is impossible for the rain to cover up these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine can illuminate them and preserve them.

62. In childhood, the old ox on the shore chewed the sunset casually. Amidst the mother's call at the entrance of the village, it staggered to lengthen its silhouette in the sunset. Time has passed, dreams and reality face each other, and I have aged for a period of time.

63. Childhood is like a beautiful endless piece of music that makes you mesmerized; childhood is also like fireworks blooming in the night sky, making you jump for joy. My childhood was full of happiness, innocence, and romance. Although my childhood was short, it was full of joy. Unfold the picture of childhood and savor it carefully, and you will feel endless happiness.

64. Childhood is something that is desirable but not available to everyone. The reason why I define "childhood" as a "thing" rather than as a concept of "time" is because time in childhood is solidified. Many people may not know when their childhood ended. Maybe there will be no activities in the school on Children's Day in a certain year, and my childhood will be over; maybe in a sudden moment, the male and female classmates become strangers and shy, and there is a kind of "like" in my mind. With the concept of "love", everyone is beginning to realize that we are no longer children. These children are happy, they can go to school. For those unfortunate children (poverty or illness), childhood is nothing more than a helpless pain of time, slowly moving towards time habits or more despair. They have no concept of children in their hearts, because the people around them do not define them with the concept of "children", and the people around them only give them helpless, strange looks, sympathy or contempt.

65. Looking back on the past, our thoughts are racing and we are filled with emotions; based on today, we are confident and confident; looking forward to the future, we are singing loudly and laughing all the way.

66. My childhood dream is the small boat that cleans the green water. On the boat, we happily hum songs and paddle. The water was splashing everywhere, and we were still rowing tirelessly under the afterglow, because we had a belief that we would reach the other shore. We will not let go, we will not give up, no matter how hard and tired we are, we will not cry. In childhood, we were as strong as mountains!

67. In spring, the spring breeze blows on your face, making people feel warm. The willow trees have grown fresh branches and leaves, and the grass has poked its head out from the ground. The ice in the river has long since melted, and a few fish are swimming around in it. Everything is full of life.

68. Don’t let others’ wandering footsteps crush your beautiful dreams of tomorrow. There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever. Maybe this world is really only hazy.

69. Six years ago, I was still a naive and ignorant child, clinging to my parents, walking into the campus with longing for my alma mater and admiration for the teachers; in the past six years, I have taught students in my alma mater You gave me cultural knowledge, letting me suck the essence of knowledge like a sponge, giving me constant nourishment of knowledge and edification of moral character; you also taught me the principles of life, let me learn what tolerance is, what tolerance is, What is generosity? Over the past six years, my alma mater has given me so much, and the kindness is like a sea. How can we forget it easily?

70. Book by book, year by year, drawer full of calendars, drawer full of mattresses, create a dream that will never be shattered, that is childhood. Childhood skips lightly on it, jumping to the distance, my heart. Collect that eternal dream and preserve that childhood.

71. The poems of childhood, the songs of childhood, the music and pictures of childhood, the appearance of childhood. Day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, mountains, rivers, streams, deserts and vast plains, treasure them with me, accompany your childhood, and cherish your childhood with me.

72. Everyone has his own childhood, and it is beautiful. It is like a small river flowing in our hearts, it will never dry up and we will never forget it.

73. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is colorful, and it has our best memories. The innocence, childishness and cuteness of childhood will still emerge from time to time.

74. The wound is just like me, a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.

75. Tomorrow is tomorrow, forever and ever. The gorgeous youth is broken. Whose pencil drew the youthful oath on the white paper. I know it cannot be realized, but I shed tears before turning around. The flow is all over my face, the playground under the sun, your smiling face, I can only miss it like yesterday, time passed by on the left side of my face, I forgot to say goodbye, the past, on that rainy day that I can no longer remember, the temperature left my fingertips Far.

76. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma’s bridge; childhood is a bridge, connecting the road to the future; childhood is a road, keeping us away from childhood.

77. Childish fingerprints are all over the cover, so kind and warm. Although a person's fingerprints remain unchanged forever, the diary remains a fragment in his mind. Although I have the same fingerprints as before, I have lost countless shadows of the past. I treasure the diary of my childhood. I capture a surface that makes me happy and enter the deep connotation. I swim through it and treasure my childhood.

78. Childhood is a colorful river, childhood is a colorful road, childhood is a bridge of kindness, childhood is a wonderful book. When I recall my childhood, I feel very happy, but with a little nostalgia and yearning.

79. Looking back suddenly, I did a lot of stupid things when I was a child, but it was these interesting things that embellished my wonderful childhood.

80. Childhood dreams are like a beautiful merry-go-round in the eyes of urban children, but I don’t. For me in childhood, it was just a luxury wish, a luxury wish that I didn’t even dare to think about. I was born in a rural area. Even so, my childhood was still golden. Although there were storms in my childhood, it was still picturesque!

81. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma’s bridge; childhood is a bridge, connecting the road to the future; childhood is a road, keeping us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds from the sky; childhood is the clouds, turning into the rain of the new year; childhood is the rain, nourishing the newly born flowers; childhood is the flowers, accompanying me to watch the sunset.

82. In order to eliminate this group of "harmful spirits", I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and quietly extended the bamboo pole to the honeycomb, and poked it toward the middle with a "pop" sound, and then there was a There was a "buzzing" sound.

83. Childhood is a glass of fine wine in life, childhood is a sweet dream, and childhood is our future dream!

84. Sometimes you will also play pranks on your classmates. best friend. You will laugh at him for wearing a down jacket and wrapping it up like a bun. When you are arguing with him for something, you will suddenly pretend to cry and see the helpless and anxious expression on his face. You will accompany him, who is quiet, to think about his thoughts in the afternoon, but often he can't bear the mud of loneliness and his thoughts will be interrupted and he will laugh non-stop. You will also look at his serious look in class, and his smooth skin, and you can't help but want to reach out and pinch his face, but you are forced back by the look in the teacher's eyes. Time flies by. What I want to tell you again is that he has changed. He has become complicated and unpredictable. He has changed so much that I can no longer learn from him. See the shadow of childhood.

85. Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the beach of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of interesting childhood events. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the shore of memories, ah, I found it!

86. Childhood, like this warm spring breeze, passes by in a flash, but it leaves people with the best memories in life.

87. Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, time never stops moving forward. People grow up, mature and grow old irresistibly. This is life; you cannot easily forget the past, and you can’t easily forget the beauty you yearn for. You will continue to long for tomorrow, this is human nature.

88. Thinking back on the inconspicuous things in childhood, although the things are small, those memories are so touching, because only with these memories can I continue to make progress and pursue my pursuits. , Only in this way can we grow up. Childhood always reminds people of it. Recall the colorful dreams, the time when Yaya was learning to speak, the time when she first learned to walk, the first time she stepped on the stage, the first time she called her parents, the first time, that moment, that Each shot appears in front of your eyes in an instant.

89. There is no legend about the grass growing and the orioles flying in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drum beats, hurried figures, numb eyes, and false smiles, and I am being assimilated.