childhood

Childhood is like a gust of wind,

There have been many places drifting.

Childhood is like a cradle,

But don't say it is my home,

Because it is where I grew up.

Childhood is like an umbrella.

Set off my many warmth.

The cradle is a place opened up in childhood.

My life is here,

Or more, it is a sad place.

But don't say it will always be our home.

Because it is the hometown of my happy memories.

The cradle of childhood is so warm,

You care for me, I care for you,

Like the happy family,

Childhood blooms in the cradle.

Sixth grade: Zhou Wenting