Recalling childhood, sand pile

Written in front of the words:

Because it is already a national middle school student. My dear childhood has been finished with a full stop. If this period is complete, then it will be a matter of opinion. So this is my dear childhood, and it is also written to my country for three years.

It is so interesting to see the hero's childhood in the TV series. Running on the rice fields and the golden rice fields, looking at the long white clouds in the sky. Tired, just lie on the wheat field until the sun sets, the warm yellow sunset, covering the entire village. Chasing the kite that was blown by the autumn wind, walked through the river with only the knees, and occasionally took a nap.

But I was born in a city. When I was young, my range of activities was only in the alleys of my home and the door. There are many people in the alleys. In the evening, looking up into the sky, they are all smoke. Some old people will sit on their own doors and look at the scenery in front of the door. I don’t think there is any good-looking. However, it is a rush of people, the neon is dazzling, and a man of old age looks at it like a blind man. My grandmother will sit and chat together in groups of three or five. The general content is that the dishes in the vegetable market are expensive, and whoever adds it. At that time, I would also go to the neighbor's house to sit with my grandmother. I was not listening to them at all, but the children of the neighbor's family were together. In fact, I don't quite understand why a pile of sand can conquer us for an afternoon. In the past, when someone else built a house, there would be a pile of extra sand. At that time, there would be a small shovel and a small bucket for an afternoon.

How many years have passed, the house of other people’s house has become dull and bright from the new one. The sand pile in memory doesn't know where to go. The river of time pushes me forward. I want to stop and rest, but I am going faster and faster, until now. Slowly, I understand. Time is a thief, stealing my innocence, my simplicity, my carefree, he stole what I have been obsessed with, it turned me into the most annoying look.

Later, I rarely went to see them again. In the baptism of time, we gradually grew up and slowly forgot. Past events, like the past clouds; memories, but also gradually blurred. Sometimes when my mother mentions my childhood partner, I have to think about it before I can think of her. I don't want to save anything. In the past, it was destined to stop there. Growth is cruel. He relies on taking away the precious things around you. The dreams of the past are like a thin piece of paper in front of him. No matter how much you resist, he will push you into the abyss.

Stepping on the road that was once crazy running, the scenery is still the same, but I can't get back to the original feeling.

Next to the sand in front of the white house, a girl in green dress and a girl in a pink dress played with the sand.

I walked into them and wanted to call them, just to speak.

"Child, come home, don't play."

The two figures disappeared in the evening.

In front, there is a small figure, moving in the wind and rain.

Changping Zhenxing Middle School, Dongguan, Guangdong Province, the first day: cool cool Ryoko