Comments on "The Back Garden, Grandpa and Me"-Childhood Memories Articles Category: Essays-Reflections on Reading Contributors: Cang Qiong, silver moon Author: Qian Zan-. Whether it is this garden or this grandfather, all this is accompanied by the author's growth. From the beginning, I was just fooling around in the back garden, and then I said, "Grandpa can hardly hold me." What I like is the part about learning ancient poems. Actually, I studied poetry when I was a child. From "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home" to "flying to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days." I've recited it all. At that time, I didn't make a hullabaloo about like grandma Xiaohong, even shouting "You carried the roof away". I sing just like singing. The more you sing, the better you feel and the more wonderful you sing. Is an ancient poem a poem? Like the author, I like the song Spring Dawn. How nice it is to sing! Until the end, I sometimes sang and stopped to clap my hands. I am intoxicated with my own fantasy. Although grandma Xiaohong is naughty, she is really cute and naive, which makes people laugh. The words of this period are by no means "childlike interest", but can be summarized by the word "childlike innocence". The cute ones who are afraid of bee stings, the ones who are afraid of rose stings, and the cunning ones who put roses in grandpa's hat. It's so funny. It's really dumbfounding for people to fight innocently. Compared with the author, I am not naughty. I remember the most naughty time. In the evening, my parents told me to sleep. I just don't sleep. Parents coax and cheat, but they don't close their eyes. I jump on the bed. Like dancing. Don't misunderstand me. What am I doing? I just want to tell a story, listen to a children's song and read an ancient poem. But it's my rabbit jumping around. It broke the bed. Of course, afterwards, I just sat by the bed, rolled my eyes cunningly and smiled wickedly. What kind of childhood is chaotic, ups and downs. Either salty or light. It only happens once, and the past is the past. I once had such a dream that when I was a child, I stood in a small yard with gardenias, orange trees, canna and my smile. In the second scene, the gardenia really withered, and the canna died, leaving only the orange tree. When I grew up, I stood in the yard in dismay. Perhaps this childhood is precious in its infinite childhood memory! After editing and verification, this article was first published in silver moon Sky. Please contact the author and this website before reprinting, or be sure to indicate the source and original address. /list.asp？ id=30385