The memories of childhood--After reading the "Old Things in the South of the City"

a touch of sadness, good memories

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During the summer vacation, I read a particularly meaningful book, "The Old Things in the South." This book reminds me of some childhood memories.

At first, I saw that the title of "The Old Things in the South of the City" was just an "old" word, which made me think about it, the former classmates and teachers; the former house and home; the old willow tree next to the old house. The beginning of memory in childhood is also a symbol of dreams.

In a blink of an eye, my childhood has also become a symbol of dreams. Reading "The Old Things in the South of the City", the story inside is like being there. The author's past events seem to have happened exactly the same around me: the show of the Hui'an Pavilion, the thief in the grass, the Lancome, who loves to laugh, the partner, the son of the girl, the uncle who ignored the English son, and the Song who accompanied Yingzi from an early age. Mom, the father who died of lung disease, the camel team under Dongyang. These wonderful people, things, and things are far from the English. But the only thing that didn't go far was Yingzi's memories of childhood.

After reading this book, I thought: Good things will eventually go away. I couldn't help but open the catalog again and saw six subtitles. Every word in the title seems to have magic power. I can't help but close my eyes, recall my childhood, and recall Xiaoying's childhood, as if I really have Like two childhoods, both childhoods are so interesting, so worthy of memories and memories. I can't help but recite the little poem that Yingzi likes. We look at the sea: Let's go to the sea! Let's go to the sea! On the blue sea, white sails are raised, and the golden sun rises from the sea and shines on the sea to the bow. Let's go to the sea! Let's go to the sea! ”

Open your eyes, I seem to see the English child to distinguish between good and bad people, the sky and the sea: "The sky and the sea are blue, and the good and the bad are not all people! How is this divided?" Lovely look. I thought about it and laughed, and the more I laughed, the more fierce I heard. The mother’s two-year-old monk couldn’t figure it out, looked in the mirror, touched the clothes, and finally said, “What happened to me?” But it made me laugh louder and my stomach hurts! Mom said to her father, this child has a smile. Huh? Where did you see this sentence?

Childhood, a beautiful word! But it was short-lived, Xiaoying's childhood passed, and my childhood was gone. However, recalling childhood is a happy and happy thing!

Second day: Zeng Chen