My childhood is transparent

My childhood is transparent

Others told me that her childhood was pink, because the pink bubble skirt was full of her childhood; others told me that his childhood was gray, only the endless tutoring class; others told me His childhood was big red because he had a pile of red awards and was red.

And me? I don't know too well, just seem to think that my childhood color is not the same as them.

【1】

I always think that mathematics is like a radio wave language used by aliens to exchange, add, subtract, multiply, divide, braces, braces, and then a root number, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... ... count, just skip 49 and go to 69. Perhaps it is natural to have no feelings about mathematics. The problem of "2+3" is often counted as 6. Not like other people, participate in any Olympics, improve, go to a variety of competitions, and take back a stack of red awards. Others do the problem, it is like dust, easy and easy, to me, grinding for a long time, the red face does not have any results.

Maybe, I am not the same as them!

【2】

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is the most unpleasant smell in the world. When I was young, it was not an exaggeration to describe it with frailty. If you have a cold and fever, you have to hang up a salt water for ten days and a half. It may be normal to squat and touch your hand and leg. It will be normal for a few months. Later, the nurses and sisters in the hospital met me. Now I go to the hospital, and several sisters have to ridicule me. Childhood, the hospital is my second home. White sheets, unsightly sick clothes, and a disgusting disinfectant smell. It's all too familiar. However, unlike the warmth of the home, the hospital is like a door to the road to death. Behind the door is a horrible needle. Also... ask the students around and find that no one is like me. The hospital is so frequent.

It seems that I am really different from them.

[3]

I like to listen to music, draw pictures, read books, and dance. Sitting in the window on a rainy day is my favorite. I like to watch the books quietly in the rainy days and get some moments of coziness. Adults will ask: "Why don't you do your homework?" "Why don't you review?"

By the way, they will also say, "Why don't you learn from the xxx aunt's xxx? People are serious about eating fruit, and it's like you, there are some of them, and the mind is not on learning. !"

Yeah, why don't I be like them? Have excellent results, have the capital that has been praised by others, right, why am I so much worse with them? I do not know. When I was a child, I just wanted to be a happy child. I spent every day freely. I didn’t have the same ambitions as my neighbors. Only one person would be whimsical. When they are working on various cram schools, I still don't know where to play silly!

Think so, my childhood seems to be really different from them.

I laugh out loud, not the same.

I am happy, my childhood is different from theirs.

I wonder, what color is this childhood?

Said in the heart, because -

Your childhood is different from others, so -

Your childhood has the most unique color, and that is --

The glass ball is the purest and transparent!

Oh, it turns out -

My childhood is transparent!

The third experimental school of Wuchen District, Changzhou, Jiangsu, China: Chen Xiaotu