Looking back in childhood, long lived up - reading "Lilly Trojan"

As we embark on the journey of youth, we are still on the road of growth, perhaps sad, perhaps helpless, but when life begins, it is necessary to remember the memories of childhood. In the ocean of growth, say goodbye to ignorance and live a new self.

Looking back at childhood, mixed with a few mysteries, and with their own "heart", but more nostalgia is the old innocence and amnesty, no pressure, no troubles, happy in the sun to sing a happy chapter, youth is beautiful, Prosperous, symbolizing the rising sun, after the precipitation of time, more than a dull and quiet, just a classmate! In every sunny day, the heroes of the strong national strength are written. But growth is painful... It’s a dying struggle, it’s a daring struggle for the seeds to break free from the shell, but after countless quiet nights, it will eventually greet the dawn, and growth is a difficult process. After the growth, it will surely turn into a butterfly and break the shell.

Tracing back to memory, the unusual "Jade Bracelet" is the belief of Grandma in love for that time. The jade bracelet is a story that belongs to the story of Grandma. Quiet but tortuous. Grandma is the grandfather of all his life's painstaking efforts, feelings, energy. Milled into powder and mashed into juice. The grandchildren who nourish the grandfather and grandfather's grandchildren, and condense their life's attachment and true love into an eternal ring, turned into a legendary bracelet. Use his own yin to protect the Ghost.

“A slick, oily paper umbrella screams like a sleek red ribbon that wriggles in the mountains.” This umbrella is a lifelong experience. Grandpa is not an umbrella, it is a heart! The mysterious "oil paper umbrella" that gave the romantic atmosphere was poured into spirituality. Because of the heart, it helped the grandfather realize his promise to protect his grandmother with an irresistible mysterious power. He escaped under the tiger's mouth. I also protected me in Wang Yangzhong. I know Grandpa and I understand that umbrella. Because, that umbrella... no! Grandpa always loves grandma forever. The oil-paper umbrella red through the grandmother's life, the fragrance is filled with the present...

Childhood dreams: On the small roads of the country, looking at the setting sun, the old house of blue brick and Hanwa stands silently. It is rich and beautiful, and it is like a poem.

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural to emboss. In youth, we have gained an open-mindedness in "Farewell to the Little Demon": adolescent girls, natural innocence is the best. There is no need to deliberately modify anything.

There is no secret, no lust, and childhood is pure white as a piece of paper without any modification.

A few smug, a few more, youthful and colorful like oil painting.

Grow, hurt and be happy!

We are always on the road to growth, age, or mind, or simple self. Growth responsibility, growth perception...

The road ahead, memories can't always linger on us, but how can a good past be abandoned? !

We only have the most brilliant smile, the most painful and painful past, which has become the most beautiful collection in our life, printed in our minds and engraved in our hearts. Dressing up our success and soothing our failure.

The lush but delicate and faint glory will always linger on a formidable friendship, and then remember the whole life. The childhood friendship is pure, like an unpolished jade, very green but very clean, no need for childhood friendship. Money is maintained, there is no need for rights and interests, because it is simple and long-lasting. Simple friendships have unusual truths, and they don't have to be earth-shattering, but they appear in every move. "Homework to be written today" is a sweet agreement, and all kinds of things between us are doomed to this extraordinary friendship.

Sweet past, real reality, pure childhood, dreamy youth, everything is growing subtly, growing...

Such a childhood, such a state of mind, that kind friend, aftertaste, nostalgia, thinking - forever memories. Childhood dreams, memories of truth.

Always on the road!

growing up……

Third day: Niu Huiying