True in dreams, dreams in real life

Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real, the smile with tears in the memory.

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Childhood, like the laughter and laughter in the amusement park, people can't help but pursue; childhood, like the melodious melody in the music classroom, people can't help but listen; childhood, like a passing past in the journey People can't help but remember; childhood, like a rainbow that has passed by after a rainy day, people can't help but cherish. If one day I quietly leave, please bury me in my childhood memories. The lingering in my mind is childhood.

Childhood! You are an unfinished ink painting that outlines many interesting stories about you; you are a piece of music that you can hear and play, and play my endless innocent fantasy; you are a kite, soaring in the free sky but the line Hey; you are a winding road, although there will be many embarrassing, but in the end there will be the most beautiful scenery; you are a small stream, flowing gently, do not know how many people have dried up the soul.

When we were young, we always looked up at the stars and looked at the future. After we grew up, we always turned over the album to remember the past.

Perhaps people are accustomed to imagining a beautiful future in their dissatisfaction with reality; then, they are used to or in the memories of the past, reminiscing about the happiness of the past.

Once happiness becomes a thing of the past, it will not be forgotten.

Good things are always those that are still coming or have already experienced.

I always believe that the future will be better than now, and who knows that our endless embarrassment will never return to the past or the distant future. It is always in place.

Stupid, we don't always cherish the goodness that is right in front of us. It's at your fingertips, but it's easy to give up and let it go.

Everything that is beautiful always waits for the time to slip away, and when it does not return, it becomes more and more precious. Time always likes to tease us, gloating to see what we regret, and then quietly leave without turning head.

Maybe we are used to getting busy, red wine, green and busy urban life.

Maybe we have been used to dripping heavy heads, arching the back of the bag that is overwhelmed, as always, on the blank paper, writing boring squares.

Maybe we have been used to one person, one person reading a book, one person going to school, one person alone, but no longer hiding in the arms of my parents, all things stick to my parents.

Maybe we became more and more rebellious in adolescence, but we didn’t take it for granted. We numb the mask and lived for a long time.

Perhaps under the pressure of reality, we have forgotten the beautiful pictures and innocent words of childhood.

But I believe that when we look back, there will always be memories of memories that touch our hearts.

The dream of childhood seems to be so pure forever, and there is also a dream of Sun Wukong Mi teacher Tang Laoya Dora A - right, it was called a robot cat. Needless to say, the round face, not to mention its fat body, long beard, the magic pocket alone, his blue body makes me have a soft spot. Although it is a cat, but he does not have the pointed ears of the cat, but also afraid of mice! I used to be eager to have a pocket like a robot cat that could make a lot of strange things. . So I begged my mother to sew a big button on my coat. After that, I had an illusion about everything.

The two most important things in my childhood were that I had to finish it. I watched the Dora A Dream broadcast on CCTV. Second, I had to empty a drawer in the room. I hope I can have more than one day. Dreams can come in my drawer. Even if you are careless, you will pull the drawer a little before you go to sleep. Its head is so big that it will hurt when it hits.

The story book of childhood is very novel and amazing. The sly wolf must be eaten; the queen is never as beautiful as Snow White; the bad guys will eventually be brought to justice; Little Red Riding Hood will never be a snack; the princess will always meet Prince Charming... These stories, at the time, I loved it, and I never tired of reading it.

Childhood is a song that can't be sung, endless songs, and tells the boundless thoughts; childhood, a cut kite, no matter how far it flies, can't escape our realization. Now, we can only sit under the stars and count our memories.

Wenzhou City, Wenzhou Lucheng District, Wenzhou City, the 17th Middle School, the first day: Zhou Yufei