my story

"On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that I am crying in the summer." I don’t know where I came from a song I was familiar with, "Childhood." I miss my childhood and miss the childhood that has a holiday, a tomorrow, and a grown-up.

When I was three or four years old, I lived in that row of low-rise bungalows, which was where I spent my first years of life. When I was a child, I often ran around behind my brother's ass. I climbed up with the weather-beaten persimmon tree at my grandmother's house. I sat on the trunk and listened to my brother's swearing. This is like a sentence in Guo Jingming's book. You love to talk, I love to laugh." This is my first childhood.

When he was six or seven years old, his grandmother built a building and his brother went to the national school. My brother is busy, and I have no playmates. I am walking alone on the street on Sunday. At this time my eyes focused on a bird's nest half-covered in the tree. I almost had a thought in my mind. I am going to ostrich eggs. I held a wicked smile on my lips and ran to the tree with the nest. Standing under the big tree, I instantly felt that I was so small, but it also inspired my belief in conquering this class tree. I made a gesture of cheering myself, and I went to a branch with my hands and feet, and took the first step. I had the motivation to step out of the second step. I sighed and came to the nest for a while. Looking at the bird's egg, I have a sense of accomplishment, and the difficulty of climbing the tree just now is nothing! I carefully placed the eggs in my pockets and I happily fell down the tree. Holding a bird's egg is like holding a treasure, even I have to laugh at myself. This is my childhood of memory.

Time flies, I am 14 years old. The persimmon tree of my grandmother’s house has already been cut, and the bird that I have worked hard does not know where to go. Time can change a lot of things, change the environment, change life, but my childhood can't change. My childhood is my story, a memory that I have never forgotten in my life.

"Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up, day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up in childhood" with my nostalgia in the song, tears do not know when it has flowed to my mouth, 涩涩I mourn the childhood I have passed away.

The second day: the cap of my company -