Childhood Memory

Today, I stood under the red flag and said the red flag to the red flag. If you can really hear what I said, let my childhood memories become a reality.

So I went back to the high mountain 13 years ago, there are two big trees and a small river. Every time I walked through that small river, I felt that I was the owner of this little peace. I then sat on his two thin roots of the willow tree as if there were thousands of thin strips floating from my head. It’s dark, I am going home. See Mom and Dad and give me the rice to eat. I am eating and thinking that I am the owner of the mountain. It seems that my childhood memories have become a reality.

Zhengzhou, Henan, Gongyi City, Zhao Chengguo, sixth grade, Li Yuchuan, original sixth grade: asd159753654