Childhood flowers?

Childhood is like a flower under the sun, but now we are forgotten in a corner. Today, I accidentally picked up the past. Can not help but feel a thousand, sigh that time like the arrow, such as the sun and the moon.

Childhood is happy, and childhood games are happier. On the swings of childhood, together we "ride the wind and break the waves", together with "swimming into space" together, "smiles on the rivers and lakes", together... On the slides of childhood, we slipped out of the rainbow and slipped out an unforgettable day.

The grass of spring just emerged from the soil and was awakened by our running sounds and game sounds. In the summer, the voice of the nephew was interrupted by our laughter, and a scorpion and a butterfly fluttered in our net.

In the grass after the autumn rain, the grasshopper jumped in it. Our little figure flashed with the grasshopper in the lush grass. In the winter, the silver is wrapped in ice and snow, and there is no life. The sound of a silver bell-like laugh broke the silence of this piece of death. A naive, childish face, a pure and hot heart. It is melting the thick snow and melting the hard ice. And they grew up in this snow and ice. And their childhood, our childhood is also fixed in this snow and ice. The flowers of childhood were also left here by them. When they picked it up again, they discovered that the flowers of childhood had already withered.

The second day: Yueyang Tower