Once, with the book - after reading "Remember the Innocent Boy"

Concealing meditation -

An 8-year-old fairy tale, the little girl burns a smile in the warmest light;

The 10-year-old biography, the irresistible sweat in the sweat is condensed with irresistible force;

The 12-year-old novel has removed fear of the future unpredictable path;

14-year-old prose, concise, esoteric...

Recalling the past years, the "book" is used to slash the strings.

Mr. Xu Lu said, "If you fell in love with the book when you were a child, and fell in love with reading, then congratulations, that is, the "Happiness Goddess" has sent you a lifetime invitation!" From such a text From the perspective of my childhood, it is undeniable that I am lucky. This is not a scholarly family, but because of the love and care around me, I have fallen in love with the text, fell in love with the book, fell in love with reading, and let me have a smile that reminds me of my childhood!

The first time I saw the title of the book - "Remember the Innocent Boy", I thought that every story in it should be easy to understand, however, I was wrong! A prose poem - "The Red Swing under the Old Banyan Tree" has deeply attracted me. "Only so gently, the little red swing has swayed me through the threshold of childhood." Every story here seems to be inseparable from "childhood", and it is inseparable from memories of childhood: I missed the "Partner in the Storm", and recited the "Campus of the Campus" in childhood, recalling the tenderness of "the sweet" "Reading Voice", the original "beauty of nature", then, bid farewell to childhood "to meet the sixteen-year-old sun" ... to taste the story of every childhood, some just miss and emotion, childhood swing, childhood The laughter, the childhood story, the childhood love, the childhood... all the good things, in the moment of solving the red scarf, "childhood" has disappeared from the dictionary, only to let the memories wait. I forgot the beautiful story of childhood, forgot the innocent smile of childhood, forgot the swings of childhood, forgot... With a little shyness, I have a journey, let the dream of the rainy season replace the innocence of childhood, chasing another dream. .

I remember the question "How to make a small life of a person's life a kind of 'great love' and 'great virtue' to be sublimated?" The great leader Mao Zedong interprets the "great love" and "great virtue" in the ordinary with a bunch of fresh pine branches. The memory of the wind lanterns in the night made me understand how "grateful"; the younger brother of Deng Xiaoping was exchanged for the grief of "the tree is quiet and the wind is not endless, the child wants to raise and does not wait". When the relatives left, the hometown was silent, and he firmly went to the people who needed him. What is "big love", what is "great virtue" should always know!

I have always thought that my childhood has passed, such a book, such a story has not been seen for a long time, since entering the campus of the country, it seems that the "story" has moved away from me, even though I have read some books, it is also a long story, the words of the wind and snow, nowadays Such a book, "Remember the Innocent Boys", brought me back to the book-scented childhood... When the memories are waiting, the drowning of the heart, the dust splashes, if the memory can be forgotten, how many people can forget - pull the drawer The page "Children's Words" has been yellowed, and a piece of bookmarks has been branded on the last page. "Everything in Andersen's Fairy Tales", the hero of every story is vaguely remembered. A small essay in "Ci Hai" also vaguely remembers a few more interesting ones.

“Is there anything more happier in the world than having a rich and sweet childhood?” Yes, I have had a sweet childhood, so I said that I am happy. It evokes a wave of memories, even memories of the childhood of his own book, memories of those who have made friends with the story, memories of those years with the text, memories of those days with the book, memories of the lost...

Meditation, once, accompanied by books!

Dongshi Tiemin Middle School, Pingyuan County, Meizhou City, Guangdong Province, the third day: 16 years old, early morning