Everyone has his own childhood. Was your childhood the beating of the sea in the soft sunshine or a kite floating in the spring of March?
Looking back, oh, my childhood. ...
"Elder sister, you see how beautiful the scenery here is! It can really be said that' this kind of scene should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it on earth'! "
"yes! We are going there to have a look! "
"Wait a minute!" Discovering the "New World" stopped. "What's that?" At the intersection of my sister's eyes and mine, a seemingly soft reptile is crawling slowly forward.
"This thing looks so fun!" The naughty sister ran over in three steps and two steps, gently touched the little creature, and could not help but sigh: "It feels very soft and comfortable!" "
"Why do I think this animal looks so familiar?" I scratched my head in confusion and tried to remember, "Oh, isn't this a snail? What about its' home'? "
"Real knife and real gun; Cut nai scared # every flash! Sister Pump steals a fake Pan coffin every time she flashes a bucket, which is difficult to crack.
"Then let's find a home for it!" At that time, I knew nothing. Seeing the snail without shell on the ground, I was nervous and anxious, and I felt so distressed that I wanted to cry. So, my sister and I held hands and searched aimlessly for snail shells in the Woods until night fell. Hehe, turn your ear to me, and I'll tell you a little secret: my sister and I got lost looking for "snail shells" in the mountains! Finally, I crossed the right side and finally returned to the hotel, but my hands were empty and I found nothing.
"Mom, will the snail shell fall off?" As soon as I entered the door, I couldn't wait to chase my mother and ask, "Today, my sister and I saw snails without shells!" " ""that's right! "Sister echoed." Two little fools. " Mother lovingly touched her sister's head and said with a smile, "that's not a snail without a shell." It's called slug, but it looks like a family with snails! "Really?" There was a flash of disbelief in my sister's eyes, and her little eyes flashed, asking for a change. "Not real (steamed) or boiled?" Mother took the trouble to tell it again and showed us the book.
Looking back now, I was really full of fun when I was naive! So carefree, so happy and so fond of fantasy. "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." Listening to this wonderful song "Childhood", I can't help but sigh:
Childhood,
This is a white lotus,
Reflect childlike innocence like water.
Childhood,
Is a colorful road,
Lead us into a magical world,
Crying,
Laugh,
Have fun.
Childhood,
This is a beautiful fairy tale,
Rich and colorful.
Time flies,
I grew up,
Say goodbye to my wonderful childhood.
But I'm still on the beach of memory,
Look around,
How I want to get my sweet and sour childhood back.