Watery pure flowery years

Watery pure flowery years

Rongcheng City, 20 Middle School, the first rainy ocean

The fragments of memory are scattered around, because the passage of time has become a little dim, and today I will pick them up again and weave a song of my own.

What impressed me most about my childhood life was the small yard at the doorstep. I bathed in the sun every day, ran in the small yard with my friends, fell, stood up, patted the dust on my body, and continued with my friends. It’s a mess, until the sun goes down, and I’m reluctant to go back. I don’t have to sigh for a long time, because when the sun rises again, it’s a sunny morning...

Many things in childhood have been remembered very vaguely. Sometimes, I really admire my parents, they can always remember everything I did when I was young, and then tell me about the growth of a crazy girl.

Saying goodbye to the small courtyard full of sunshine and vitality, I walked into the door of the small country. At that time, I was a flower from timid to lively. Five years, when a flower bloomed, the door of the world slowly opened to me. Countless fresh and interesting things spurred my eye. I started to learn and began to understand things. I started to have a lot of partners and started to know how to remember someone else’s birthday. I still vividly remember the eyes that my parents encouraged when I first crossed the road. My parents’ gratified eyes when washing clothes for the first time. My parents’ happy eyes when cooking for the first time... Childhood is golden sunshine.

I left the national small campus where I lived for five years. With the embarrassment of life in the country, I walked into the door of the 20th. Some people said that the country is no longer a childhood, and we begin to walk into youth. Although we can no longer run wild in a small yard as we did in childhood, we began to have our own dreams and began to struggle for our dreams. Just like playing with our partners, pursuing dreams is also a kind of happiness. The combination of joy and sadness, the intersection of failure and success, weaving a rich and colorful middle school life together. The middle school is different from the small school. At the moment of entering the middle school gate, an invisible pressure comes along, but we can still hear our laughter on campus, although the work of each subject is so overwhelming, although one semester I can't sleep a few safely. Although we keep moving between the examination rooms, we will still take the only free time, sit under the big tree in the river dam, enjoy the cool, chat, after school, we talk about dreams, talk about anecdotes. Talking about the stars, we will hear our songs from time to time in the corridor of the teaching building.

"...the shining dream brightens you and me, turns into a happy rainbow, opens your wings, and the world is letting me go crazy, through despair, firm soaring, full of infinite smiles, youth dreams belong to you and me."

As the song says, the dream of youth always belongs to us - the watery and pure flowery years.

The first of the 20th in Rongcheng City, Weihai, Shandong: Zhang Yuyang