1, the light and shadow are no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so bleak and peaceful.

The most disappointing thing on her face is probably her big soft nose and red nose.

In the warm darkness, the leaves covered with sunshine hang down, the grass hangs down and the fragrance overflows.

Time flies like this, and childhood is gone forever. We have no worries, no sad days, so it disappears without a trace. The sky is endless, as if washed by rain and snow, so blue and so melancholy. Slowly, with the sky, we also began to have adolescent troubles.

On the blue water surface of Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream.

6. I have infinite nostalgia for my childhood, singing nursery rhymes and unwilling to give up that emotion. Someone laughed, laughing for less than ten years. I asked if I could go back to my childhood if I laughed too much.

He is about thirteen or fourteen years old. A small black and fat face with a pointed nose. Long hair, I haven't cut it for a long time A pair of big eyes are shining under thick eyebrows, and black eyes are turning proudly.

8. I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me all the time.

9. Then, he waved his curly hair, as if he had stretched his neck, narrowed his hazy eyes, and gently plucked the strings, playing a tune that made every muscle can't help but move.

10, after spring and summer, wandering on the earth is really a wonderful thing! The grass is fluffy, the flowers are in full bloom, and they breathe the sweet and warm air freely!

1 1. Grandma was radiant and walked around the deck, her eyes wide with excitement.

12. Happiness and sadness are always interdependent, and they are inextricably intertwined.

13, before she came, I seemed to be sleeping in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up and took me to a bright place, connecting everything around with a continuous thread and weaving colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person, and the person I know and cherish the most-her selfless love for the world.

14, my mother rolled on the ground, groaning in pain and gnashing her teeth.

15, learn essence, stupidity is stupidity, () diligence and cleverness! Sheep are stupid, but monkeys are smart!

16, wandering thoughts wrapped in sad clothes, walking in the boundless sky, climbing mountains and mountains, crossing the sea and crossing the river ... I leaned against his warm body, looked up at the red sky through the black branches of the apple tree and watched the cardinals fly in the air.

17, the fingers of the right hand are shaking above the black strings, flapping their wings like a happy bird.

18, Cigang is burning like fire; Spread your arms, dance like an eagle, and you can't score clearly!

19, this seems to be God's punishment for me, and he is asking me to comb these damn hair! When I was a child, I showed off this baby, but now I curse it!

20, but not now, clothes are askew and messy; I used to comb my hair bare and stick it on my head like a big bright hat. Now it hangs over my bare shoulders.

2 1, when I look back, I will find that this is my childhood; On the magnificent sea, a small boat is exercising. The ship is full of imprudence, innocence and simplicity, but it still pretends innocence.

In retrospect, I thought I was a beehive. All kinds of knowledge and ideas have been absorbed by me as much as possible, and naturally there are some dirty things, but I think as long as knowledge is honey!

23. The past may not be the best, but we hope that the future will be better; What is lost is not necessarily precious, but what is hoped for is precious enough; A life may not be perfect, but we hope it is beautiful. Childhood, or a maple leaf sandwiched in a book, grows old in the years, but I think I will have a deep feeling every time I take it out.

24. Childhood, for me, is like a bright lamp, a bunch of mountain flowers and an umbrella that leads me on my way. When I am tired, hurt and hurt, I will find my own world in the corner of my childhood. I write poems for my childhood, and I sing praises to my childhood. Because childhood memories are too precious, because childhood is too beautiful.

She is always silent, as if there is an impenetrable fog hanging over her. Her big gray eyes, like grandma's, seem to look at the world coldly in a distant place forever.

Goodbye to my childhood playmates and my heartless childhood. Time flies like a meteor in the sky, and our childhood years disappear in front of us and remain in our hearts. Although time has long passed, you as a child will be the most classic memory in my life!

27. On dusty streets, pebbles are like swollen scars, and the bigger the swollen blisters nearby, the smaller they are.

28. Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.

29. Childhood is bitter, but children don't quite understand the sufferings of adults, and always try their best to find fun from adults, so we are often happy! We are like birds, flying around freely every day, either looking for food or playing more! When I grow up, I recall my childhood. Suffering is joy!

30. I think my childhood has passed, and it is impossible to experience that childlike interest again. Only by looking at what we have experienced and looking at them, I feel really gratified and happy.

3 1. In this increasingly complex society, childlike innocence is a sacred place and a paradise for the soul. There is carefree, there is carefree valley, and people there can feel distressed. That is the most vulnerable place in people's hearts, touching a terrible heartache. I have been thinking about what we should take to fill the hole in our hearts if that pure land disappears. How to experience the feeling of heartache?

With the arrival of night, things like mother's towel flooded into my mind, making me forget everything. ...

33. Her selfless love guides me, so that I will never lose the courage to live in any difficult and difficult environment!

34. Countless snowy nights, melancholy winds blow chimneys, crows crow and wolves howl in the middle of the night. With this music, my body and mind are growing.

35. My grandmother seems to be singing with her heart. Every word is as gentle, bright and rich as a flower, and it is firmly imprinted in my memory at once.

36. When the sun sets, the red river in the sky glows, and the green lawn with goose down satin is dyed with orange, red and yellow colors. Gradually, everything is dark, and everything seems to be expanding and expanding.

37. The bush was pushed away and a child's head stuck in. This is a boy, about twelve or thirteen years old. His face is dark and thin, full of dust, and his hair is about two inches long, messy like a magpie's nest.

38. Childhood, a familiar word; A stage that everyone has to go through; A colorful bottle full of good memories.

39. Grandma is like a black ball with personality, rolling around her mother.

40. Everyone has a colorful childhood, and everyone has a different childhood. Childhood, carefree; Childhood, innocence; Childhood is like a beautiful jade; White and flawless.

4 1. My mother is big and burly, with hard bones and strong personality. She always dresses up for Lisoso.

42. When I was a child, the old cow on the shore chewed the sunset carelessly and hobbled along with the cries of the village mother to lengthen the silhouette in the sunset. Times have changed, and dreams and reality look at each other. I've been aging for some time.

Although you don't know why others do and say this, you will gradually understand.

44. I am not lonely, because I have youth as my companion, and I will grasp my youth and myself. Tomorrow is a beautiful day, childhood, my friend, goodbye!

A boy stuck to me as soon as I entered the garden gate. He is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red vest, blue shorts and a drooping belt. All dirty, like a small landowner. Hairy crew cut and small round white face remind me of dandelions. He wandered around in front of me like a moth on fire, craning his neck to look at my spotlight.

She sniffed tobacco from a black snuff bottle inlaid with silver. Her clothes are all black, but through her eyes, an eternal happy and warm light comes from his heart.

If there is any other impression in my mind, it is cruel, dirty, ugly and beautiful.

48. His happy eyes closed tightly and turned into two black holes. She grinned as if she scared me.

49. Grandma always speaks softly and slowly to me. She speaks a little louder to her mother, but she is also particular and somewhat timid.

50, childhood, for everyone is vague, but often try to find that memory in the brain. Because childhood is a naive past, a naive heart and the first turning point in life, these points alone are worth pursuing.

5 1. She led me to out of the dark and walked into the light, bringing beautiful light rings to things around me.

52. In the timid spring, watch your wings and walk towards me from the window. Cats start singing, icicles break, snow melts into water, and there are sounds. There are more bells ringing in carriages than in winter.

When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, send the knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.

54. In the silent night, smokeless fire, like red flowers, jumps and blooms!

55. He suddenly let out a scream and squatted on the ground, flying like a golden swallow before the heavy rain, his shirt quivered as if it were burning, glittering and translucent.

56. Tweety is a famous beautiful girl in the mountains far and near. She spends every day in the wind, rain and sunshine, but she won't wither in the rain or turn black in the sun. Her face is very white and her eyebrows are clear and bright. When you smile, your mouth flaps like a calm meniscus, and when you speak, your voice sounds like an oriole's hoof.

57. Childhood is like a pool of water, crystal clear. When I grow up, I will have a picturesque feeling about my childhood.

58. Grandpa jumped on me, picked me up and stared at my face as if he had seen me for the first time.

59. A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. Go to the world to make a living. "

60. My mother's crying scared me, but she has never been so weak. She has always been strict.

6 1, watching all this, I don't want to say a word. A kind of happiness and a kind of sweet melancholy filled my intoxicated heart.

62. In Sun Long and the moon, sadness is a festival and fire is a carnival; On the face with nothing, scars have become embellishments. ...

63. This surprised me. Looking up, I saw a 12-year-old girl sitting high on a branch, holding a harmonica in her hand and preparing to play. She is wearing a lux cashmere sweater and a pea-green skirt. Two little feet in lux shoes are hanging and pulling, which is very comfortable. Her pigtail head leans on her right shoulder, her big watery eyes blink at me, and her nose is slightly upturned, revealing a naughty look. As soon as you see her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart.

Childhood, my dear friend, I miss you now. More and more winds have blown away our butterflies, our songs, our grapes, our snowflakes and our sweet words. When I grow up, you leave silently. Did you go to other children's houses to play with her? You must get along well! Because every child is cute.

65. Mother was talking to herself rudely in a red apron, and tears kept flowing from his swollen eyes.

66. Grandma lifted one foot and dangled it around, pretending to be in pain, as if she were the kitchen god whose foot was stuck with noodles. (Excerpted from Childhood)

67. The Volga River flows quietly, with crisp autumn air and clear sky in Wan Li, and the autumn colors on both sides are very strong, which is the scene before the harvest.

68. You are the golden sun. Sweep away cancer on the earth. Being bullied is not good for anyone, and it is certainly not good for me to be unlucky for no reason.

69. Grandpa seems to suddenly grow bigger in the dark, with cat-like light in his eyes, intense and fanatical tone and much faster speech.

70. It's freezing outside, and the green moonlight shines on grandma's kind big nose and face through the ice flowers on the window glass. Her eyes are as bright as phosphorus fire.

7 1, silence fills the whole space, the gloomy heart cools down silently, and people become groggy. Only thoughts are floating.

72. Time flies. Who noticed that time is like a sword when I was a child? When I grow up, I find that childhood friendship and memories are so precious. Childhood is like a flash in the pan, however, once youth passes, it will fade away, and the ruthless childhood will eventually change in growth.

73. When she laughed, her black eyes sparkled with bright light, and she was so happy that she was beyond words.

74. The poor are not to be feared or threatened.

In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.

76. I often recall my childhood and often ask myself why I always think about my childhood. Think about it, the beginning of life is beautiful. No matter how unhappy a person is, he will be much happier when he sees his children and his innocent and sincere smiling face! Think about my childhood memories, think about the fun I could find in suffering when I was a child, and what else can I get over!

77. People often hear their songs and stop to see them under the window. The upturned face reminds me of dirty dishes that haven't been washed yet.

78. The water is foggy, and black land occasionally appears in the distance, and immediately disappears into the dense fog.

79. When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, like a warm and furry hand, is gently touched by silence, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory-brushing away all the fine dust that eroded people during the day.

80. This song is like a rushing river, coming from a distant mountain, rushing in through the cracks in the wall and impacting people. It makes people sad but not without excitement!

8 1. Happy sunshine shines into the window from the garden, and pearl-like dew shines with colorful light on the branches.

82.remember? Let's chase colorful butterflies barefoot on the green grass and watch them fly up and down. Running on the slate, wearing a garland of dog tail grass on his head. We like to play hide-and-seek, and beautiful skirts dance with the wind. Do you still remember our bits and pieces?

83. Sometimes, my mother will close her blue eyes and sing. Flowers and trees harden their ears and stop inside. The earth is listening to her singing!