Colorful childhood

This year, my life has gone through 13 years. For 13 years, for many animals, it should be the year of death, and for me, it is just a moment of whiteness. But this year, I will bid farewell to my childhood. Then, when bidding farewell to childhood, let me take a look at the colorful childhood in memory when the last Children's Day of childhood arrives.

green

Teens are the age of dreams. I often open the rusty door of my former home in my dreams, walk into the courtyard of the palm of the hand, stand by the wall full of ivy, look at the past and sit on the ground, watching those called with interest. Not the name of flowers and plants. At that time, I was 8 years old and left my hometown to live in a small county. Nowadays, after moving to my hometown, I often lie on the grass. When I was young, I looked at the butterflies and flew in the flowers. I know that no matter what flowers, butterflies or my former residence, I can't get back to the past, and there is no reason to be as innocent as ever.

blue

In the past, I went to the beach with my father to play. At that time, I was 9 years old. The first time I saw the sea in my life, I was shocked by this plentiful blue wave. In the vicinity, the waves beat the shore and made a sound. In the distance, it is the blue of Haitian. The sea shone with golden light in the midsummer sun. Reminiscent of Lermontov's verse: "There is a clear stream underneath, with golden sunlight on it." I ran on the beach under the scorching sun, but I didn't feel hot at all. Today, my home is by the sea, I can go to the beach at any time, but no matter what I do on the beach, I can't feel the happiness of the year.

Withered yellow

For a child, it is not unusual to experience life and death. I remember that when I was 10 years old, the puppy that accompanied me for ten years passed away. On the day of burying the puppy, I also went. I don't remember if I cried, even the place where I buried it was forgotten. But I remember that the grass was covered with yellow grass. A gust of wind blew, and attracted many yellow leaves, laying a blanket on the ground, and as I used to, I put a layer of quilts on the sleeping puppy.

white

Playing snow is the dream of many southern children. I have had the privilege of enjoying the beautiful dance of snowflake in the air and feeling the feeling of falling snowflakes on my hands. In the 11-year-old winter, I finally didn't catch a cold when I was in the autumn and winter. I could run with my companions on the silvery land. It took us a day to pile up a snowman. To say that he is a snowman, it is better to say that it is a snow monster. The two eyes are big and small, one has a twisted nose, and there are still fewer arms and fewer legs. But we didn't care, and we gave him a name with great interest. The next day, when I went to visit the snowman with my companions, he disappeared and replaced it with a flat snow. We all agreed that the snowman went to the North Pole with Santa Claus, even though it was still a month away from Christmas.

How many colors do you have in childhood? I can't count, but I don't know, I don't know. But I am sure that they will all be treasured in my heart.

Sixth grade: Fan Shilong