It slipped away from my fingertips and my ears, leaving only a touch of triviality and glitz. Childhood is drifting away,,,,,

Pick up the fragments of that time, a few drops of clear tears, but there is the sweetest smile in the tears ...

When I opened the photo album of my memory, scenes came to my mind. The big camphor tree outside the window is a holy place for me to play games. It cries with me, laughs with me, and is angry with me.

When I was a child, I often lived in my grandmother's house. I am a real wild child. I often go out to play with my neighbor's children and don't go home until dark. My grandmother is already very anxious at home.

I remember one spring, swallows flew back from the south and built their nests on the big camphor tree. I am so excited! I dragged my neighbor's children under the big camphor tree all day and watched them go in and out. Every night, I will also "eat" with them with my rice bowl. Sunset with afterglow, especially beautiful!

Finally one day, as usual, I moved out of my chair and wanted to spend another day with them! However, as soon as I approached the big camphor tree, there was a crisp crow on the tree, which was so strange! Why is this crying a little different from usual? I was wondering when my grandmother smiled and walked into the yard and shouted at me, "Little fool, our swallow was born!" " "

What? Little swallow? You Xiaoyan