Sweet memories

Like the plunge of spring rain,

Such as the summer breeze blowing through the sand.

Like the autumn leaves,

Such as the winter snow falling quietly.

Wind and rain, hurried,

Have spent eleven spring and autumn.

Turn around and go back,

Some little things that have been forgotten,

Blinking.

now,

We become sensible from ignorance,

It becomes mature from childishness.

now,

We are about to say goodbye to childhood,

Say goodbye to the bright red scarf.

Embark on the road to the beginning of Xiaosheng.

It is said that,

Where there is no beautiful spring breeze,

No cool autumn rain,

Only as steamed,

Maybe it's dripping into a cold winter.

Without the comfort of teachers and parents,

Only need the courage to bear alone.

Learning has become the key,

Play has long been abandoned.

I don't know,

When can I return?

Childhood that has passed.

Pick up the string of pink memories.

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