Beautiful memories

In the evening, the moonlight is soft, and I once again miss the happy and precious childhood in the past with the stars in the waterdrops in front of the window.

My nostalgia is as transparent as the wings of the dragonfly, weaving beautiful dreams in the sky not far from the heights.

I will think of childhood, often standing in front of the window with a sweet voice, counting the twinkling stars, recalling the game on the lawn, recalling the play on the trail, recalling the laughter, recalling...

Until now, I feel that everything has become a thing of the past, but people really have too many nostalgia in their lives, and miss the preciousness of the past!

I am now, until the nostalgia has become a thing of the past, and it is treasured in the deepest part of my heart. Now, I am looking forward to the beautiful coming of the future! ! ! !