childhood

I still have a childhood in my memory, even though he has already left me.

My childhood has been dead for many years. I have not reborn and have not given me hope. What he has given me seems to have only that shallow sadness and the thoughts that surprised me. Whenever I think of my childhood, I always Said to my partner next to me: "Hey, that's my childhood." The remaining partners were watching me scratching my head. Once I lost my childhood, I lost hope of finding it, but fortunately, I buried it in the deepest part of my memory. Still able to find out.

Vaguely remember the happiest thing when I was a child, that is, the long road from home to the field, when I was tired and panting, I was lazy under the big tree in the field, sometimes, at the big tree. Looking at my father and mother working in the field, watching the dancers dance with butterflies, watching and knowingly sing the songs that belong to it. Occasionally, I will pass through a few grasshoppers. When I find them, I always jump around and jump. Whenever I catch one, they will fly and jump like an enemy, scaring me. Hurry to put their partners on the ground and let them reunite. At this time, the grasshoppers will continue to go to their destinations where they don't know, with their partners.

Every day is like this, I am enjoying the cold under the big tree, my parents work in the field, sometimes they are tired, they will come and stay with me, but I don’t seem to like them to come under the tree because I think it is My site should not be invaded by others, but whenever I give instructions to expel, they always look at me laughing, sometimes a person laughs, sometimes a large group of people laugh together. I am serious, but often I will fail, so I will lie in my mother's arms and let him tell me stories. My mother will always tell me to listen to them, even though he is very tired.

But I still don't want to give up my territory. When the adults rest, I want a winner to hold my right hand up. I don't want my territory to be violated because there are my birds and mines. I know, there are my grasshoppers, and my beggars and butterflies.

I love my childhood, although he has already left me, but in the deepest part of my memory, I will never wear out.

Third day: the broken piano score