1. I really don’t understand the current world. I seem to understand a little bit about the kind of worldly master I used to be. Poets and others like to live in seclusion, and I also want to live in seclusion. Because today's society is really complicated and chaotic. Really tired. Intrigue and intrigue. Live for money, die for money? Interesting? Just enough. I really pity that kind of person, why are there so many unsatisfactory things in life? I was really naive when I was young. Now I gradually understand. All of this. all all all. Heaven and earth. The root of all evil comes from one thing, money. Can't we live a happier life? Life is only a few decades. Don’t work so hard to make money, okay? Stop and reflect on the past. Think about it now. Childhood is really wonderful/so pure. happy. Immaculate. Carefree and innocent.

2. We took the opportunity to make trouble in the crowd and make small moves. Sometimes they simply sneak under the crotch of adults. If the adults retract their legs, it will be bad luck. That's really funny. His head is stuck, he's in a dilemma, he's waving his arms and legs, and he's more embarrassed than an overturned turtle.

3. Childhood is the most brilliant color in memory. It is the colorful kite in my father's hand, and it is the milky white milk that my mother brings to my mouth. Childhood is the most beautiful voice in memory. It is a big squeaking windmill bought at the temple fair, and it is a quacking little duck made by grandpa himself. Childhood is a stream flowing with joy; childhood is a sweet song; childhood is my eternal memory.

4. The footprints of childhood are evocative. On the dense trees, cicadas are singing summer; only butterflies are resting on the swings on the leaf tips; the teacher’s chalk on the blackboard is still chirping desperately. I kept writing; I left a string of laughter from children on the way to school; the naughty children were still playing and making noise in the river, but they forgot their parents’ worries...

5. Six years ago , I was still a naive and ignorant child, clinging to my parents, walking into the campus with longing for my alma mater and admiration for the teachers; in the past six years, I was taught cultural knowledge in my alma mater, which made me suck like a sponge. The rain of knowledge has given me constant nourishment of knowledge and edification of moral character; you have also taught me the principles of life, allowing me to learn what tolerance is, what tolerance is, and what generosity is; for six years, my alma mater has given me There are really too many, and the kindness is like a sea. How can we forget it easily?

6. Everyone’s childhood is colorful, and everyone has a different childhood. Childhood is carefree; childhood is innocent; childhood is like a piece of beautiful jade; pure and white.

7. Childhood is like a palette, which I keep adjusting and adjusting to bring out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's Cube, which gently turns and turns to bring out my joys, sorrows, and joys.

8. Childhood is like a musical score, composing one interesting story after another. Childhood is the rainbow after the rain, a picture scroll of memories, and the most beautiful time worth remembering. Ah, childhood, how fascinating you are!

9. When you, who have just graduated, stand in front of the primary school gate again, when you look at the cheerful smiling faces of the primary school students who are filing out, when you are holding your friends when the tears are about to fall. When your hands hurriedly ran away, you knew that this school that once held all your memories of the past six years could no longer be found.

10. Memories slowly begin to erode reality. The happiness of my early years flows in bit by bit, making me want to know where my strange yet familiar partner was born. How are they doing now? There is so much to say, but now I just want to ask how are you? Remember your childhood friend?

11. In my childhood hometown, the temperature was slightly lower than now and there was more rain. Especially around the Dragon Boat Festival, it usually rains a few times. A few breezes and a few showers of rain washed the mountains and plains into a state of green mountains and fields like blankets. Pink wild morning glories bloom all over the ridges of the ditch banks, and herds of cattle and sheep cruise in the fertile grassland, turning the hot summer into a poetic and picturesque scene. The wheat that has drunk enough rain begins to joint with all its strength, like the boundless blue sky. Clouds covered the vast wilderness at the foot of the Great Wall. Girls went all over the mountains and fields to pick wild flowers of various colors, while we boys jumped on the backs of donkeys to chase hares, as powerful as Genghis Khan's Mongolian cavalry. Now more than thirty years have passed, and the youthful passion of galloping across the rivers and lakes and competing in the Central Plains is still vivid in my mind.

12. In my childhood, the old ox on the shore chewed the sunset carelessly, and with its mother's call at the entrance of the village, it staggered to lengthen its silhouette in the sunset. Time has passed, dreams and reality face each other, and I have aged for a period of time.

13. Everyone has his own childhood, and it is beautiful. It is like a small river flowing in our hearts, it will never dry up and we will never forget it.

14. Childhood life is already too far away, but recalling it feels more cordial. The distance adds to the charm of life, and the space shows the long-lasting longing. I recalled it affectionately over and over again, and recalled it fondly again and again, as if I had returned to my childhood. The ups and downs of childhood, the joys and sorrows of childhood, the laughter of childhood, and the light footsteps of childhood fill the sky in my mind from time to time. yes! How wonderful it would be if time could be turned back and years could be stopped! In this way, I can return to the small sand river that haunts me in my dreams, and the entrance to the Great Wall that is filled with the sweat and joy of my childhood.

That is my hometown full of interesting childhood stories!

15. In order to eliminate this group of "harmful spirits", I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and quietly extended the bamboo pole to the honeycomb, and poked it into the middle with a "pop" sound, and then came the There was a "buzzing" sound.

16. Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which reminds you; childhood is like a stormy rainbow; it is colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the sunset. The peripheral vision is so nostalgic; it is also like the winding road that allows you to grow. It is impossible for the wind to blow away these warm memories; it is impossible for the rain to cover up these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine can illuminate them and preserve them.

17. The once immature soul has become mature, and the once petite seedlings have grown into small trees. In the process of growing up, a lot has changed and a lot has been forgotten, but those childlike words and things are still engraved in my heart.

18. Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; childhood is happiness, singing the music of life; childhood is the coordinate, recording the starting point of life.

19. Golden childhood is happy, and recalling golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, toys, laughter, and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning for it. The interesting things that happened in my childhood often bring me into beautiful memories.

20. Looking at them all, there are very few traces of childhood, but fortunately I have good memories, (www.lz13.cn) that allow me to recall those unforgettable days. Childhood is really short, it is like a candy, making people miss its sweet taste.

21. Childhood is a sea of ??joy. On the beach of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of interesting childhood events. I was looking for the most beautiful shell on the shore of memories, ah, I found it!

22. Together we hold up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts, and together we hold back the wind of childhood with both hands. We wish that our childhood life can last forever in the spring fields.

23. The pure white clouds are our happy past, the abundance of the lake is our true feelings, and what is stirring in the air is our dew-like laughter.

24. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma’s bridge; childhood is a bridge, leading to the road to the future; childhood is a road, keeping us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds from the sky; childhood is the clouds, turning into the rain of the new year; childhood is the rain, nourishing the newly born flowers; childhood is the flowers, accompanying me to watch the sunset.

25. The time gap has been so long that I have forgotten the partners I first played with. Time flies, in which corner are my current partners busy?

26. I am very lucky. I want to thank my parents. Childhood days are beautiful and worth remembering. Childhood relies on an era and also reflects an era. Our childhood was in an era of rising and openness. Our generation is a generation that never gives up, is never conservative, and is never closed. We like freedom and adventure. We are very lucky, thanks to the older generation. We should also let the older generation thank us. We are the generation that has risen independently.

27. Childhood is a dreamy and colorful name, and childhood life is even more unpredictable, colorful and brilliant. Some childhoods are happy and joyful. In front of my parents and elders, I smiled and said: "Writing is actually not difficult. I regard writing as the joy of life. Composition is like my life. I can't lose writing in my life." . ”

28. Sometimes you will play pranks on your deskmate who is also your best friend. You will laugh at him for wearing a down jacket and wrapping it up like a bun. When you are arguing with him for something, you will suddenly pretend to cry and see the helpless and anxious expression on his face. You will accompany him, who is quiet, to think about his thoughts in the afternoon, but often he can't bear the mud of loneliness and his thoughts will be interrupted and he will laugh non-stop. You will also look at his serious look in class, and his smooth skin, and you can't help but want to reach out and pinch his face, but you are forced back by the look in the teacher's eyes. Time flies by. What I want to tell you again is that he has changed. He has become complicated and unpredictable. He has changed so much that I can no longer learn from him. See the shadow of childhood.

29. In spring, the spring breeze blows on your face, making people feel warm. The willow trees have grown fresh branches and leaves, and the grass has poked its head out from the ground. The ice in the river has already melted, and it is almost... There are fish swimming around inside, and everything is full of life.

30. Childhood, childhood stories are so real and interesting. Everyone will have a childhood story that is full of warmth, joy and unforgettable.

31. The beautiful moments of childhood are unforgettable for me. I will definitely enrich my childhood and let the childhood photo albums, one after another, start my wonderful life.

32. With the crisp sound like silver bells, it reminds me of my childhood life. At that time, I was childish, cute, and lively, and the things I did were also childish. Among the many stars, pick a bright star, it makes my memory fresh.

33. How much I miss the wonderful memories of our childhood when we all yelled about looking for insects in the grass and so on!

34. Golden childhood is happy, and recalling golden childhood is exciting.

Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, toys, laughter, and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning for it. The interesting things that happened in my childhood often bring me into beautiful memories.

35. Children who don’t recognize each other smile and ask where the guest is from.

36. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma’s bridge; childhood is a bridge, connecting the road to the future; childhood is a road, keeping us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds from the sky; childhood is the clouds, turning into the rain of the new year; childhood is the rain, nourishing the newly born flowers; childhood is the flowers, accompanying me to watch the sunset.

37. I wonder if you still remember the name of your childhood friend? Do you still know what he or she looks like?

38. Looking back suddenly, I did a lot of stupid things as a child, but it was these interesting things that embellished my wonderful childhood.