Looking for childhood villages

When the sun sets, the afterglow disappears. Looking back, I saw a memory on the way to growth. Childhood gradually drifted away from me, unable to recover, and had to sigh. Childhood village, childhood memories. Let us now look for memories of childhood.

The spring rain leaps and drains the earth; the peach blossoms are red again. The endless beauty blooms; the seeds sprout, and they welcome a new beginning. Everything is alive, dotted with the earth. Looking into the green wheat field. The green earth brings a life to people. Spring, coming, everything is changing, but I myself, still a childlike appearance, backed by a pole without any decoration, independent on the path, my heart is filled with infinite imagination and longing.

The current pink and green will not be very fresh for the children in the city, but the pursuit of new electronics, new machines. Yes, these empty realities, how many teenagers have been taken away, how many young dreams have been destroyed?

Pick up the lost memories and spell them into the present: pick up the scattered beads and string them into a chain of memories; pick up the discarded childhood photos and wipe the traces of the years. There are very few people who have spent a lot of time doing it now. Many people have lost in the neon lights of the city and lost in the dusty past. If the teacher does not mention the words childhood and past, I will not recall it. People, when do you know how to cherish and understand memories?

Youth is beautiful, but short-lived; youth is short-lived, yet full of vitality. How many childhood can you have in your life? How many more youth? Those who have passed, do they let it drift with the wind?

The village is a free and happy yearning, there is no large entertainment venue, there is no tall building. But it has its own unique charm. Golden wheat waves, green vegetable fields, clear river water. This is what the city does not have! But for me, I am familiar with it, even if I close my eyes, I can smell it. It left every step of my growth. From the beginning of my birth. I will remember an extraordinary village.

On the stage of life, I am the protagonist. Growth is a pleasure, but how many people ignore the footprint of growth? Growing up is a kind of tempering. But how many people cry for it? Growth is a pleasure, but how many people have never cherished it?

Afterglow rose and the sun reappeared. Looking up, the sky is still blue, and it contains a lot of past and hope. Childhood has come to my heart and I want to remember more! Childhood village, childhood past. Now let us look back together and continue to search for memories of childhood!

The third day: Yucai Middle School Cheng Xuesong