In ordinary daily life, everyone often sees compositions. Writing compositions can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our minds, and think about our future direction. So have you ever understood composition? The following are the essays I compiled on how to retain childhood (selected 16 essays). You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. "Essay on Preserving Childhood 1"

"Golden childhood, beautiful world." Whenever I hum this beautiful and friendly song, I can recall the scene when I was taking photos when I was a child.

I remember that one day when I was five years old, my mother took me by the hand and took me to take pictures. The aunts in the photography studio warmly entertained us. My mother chose the category - ancient costumes and let me choose the clothes myself. Suddenly, an exquisite vermilion Korean dress came into my eyes. I looked closely at the blooming peonies and exquisite patterns. I decided to wear this dress to take pictures.

Starting to take pictures, I held the flute and pretended to play a beautiful song. But the photographer sometimes said that the position of the hand was wrong, and sometimes said that the movements were too stiff and not beautiful. I was a little impatient. Maybe the photographer had noticed this and said to me kindly: "Kids, you have to be patient when taking pictures. You can't become a big fat man in one breath. You have to do it step by step." The photography continued, and I After posing, holding my breath, and smiling sweetly, my mother gave me an OK sign. I was so proud that I accidentally lost my center of gravity and "plopped" and fell into the mud. It hurt! I held back my tears, dusted myself off, forced out a smile, and took the photo again, ah! Finally finished taking photos. I felt a lot more relaxed instantly, and I laughed happily.

I got photos of people in ancient costumes who were rewarded with their own little efforts. I like it very much. Let us cherish this beautiful childhood. Time is gone forever. Do you want to get disappointment or treasure from the river of "time"?

"Golden childhood, beautiful world" I hummed this wonderful song again, and returned to my happy childhood... Essay on retaining childhood 2

Childhood is innocence, In the unforgettable years of childhood, we weave beautiful stories every day; an insect, a toy, a discovery, and a dispute may seem insignificant, but they contain our happiness, dreams, and pursuits. But now I am no longer in childhood, and I no longer have the innocent smile of childhood; when I recall the innocent and interesting things in childhood, I always feel a feeling of deep nostalgia, which is an indescribable dream.

My home is in the north. When I was a child, I loved having snowball fights and building snowmen in the ice and snow. Whenever winter comes, the goose-feather-like heavy snow falls from the sky, one after another, in clusters, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking between the sky and the earth, I can only see snowflakes flying, like flower petals blown to the ground, flying one after another; like seven fairies scattering flowers, flying all over the sky.

I still remember building a snowman when I was ten years old. There was a heavy snowfall the night before that day. When we woke up in the morning, the wind had calmed down and the snow had stopped. Opening the door, a white cold light dazzled people. So, my brother and I picked up shovels and piled up a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of briquettes, and a nose made of cotton, and it was still upturned! My brother painted the snowman’s mouth with red ink again, grinning and laughing at us! The younger brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman suddenly became more impressive! The snowman was piled up, and we laughed happily.

Childhood is a painting, and the painting contains our colorful life; childhood is a song, and the song contains our happiness and joy; childhood is a dream, and the dream contains our imagination and longing. I can no longer take back my childhood days, I only want to cherish this beautiful time. Composition 3 to retain childhood

Childhood is like a colorful box, full of candies, full of happiness, and full of laughter. Looking back, every thing is like a box. The crystal clear pearls, connected together, are like a beautiful and dazzling necklace, shining in the long river of my memory.

I remember it was a sunny day, and I accompanied my mother-in-law to go shopping on the street. Buy the dog and ignore the buns! Four yuan per cage, come and buy it! Another piercing cry came into my ears. Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I want to give it a try, okay? I pulled my mother-in-law's clothes and looked at her expectantly. The mother-in-law agreed without saying a word. After buying it, I stayed away from that bun. God knows, I bought it for a dog.

I came home happily and pretended to say, "It stinks!" No wonder it’s called Goubuli!

Actually, the ones I’ve smelled are pretty good! I said to Lan'er: Lan'er dog, I bought you steamed buns, come and eat them! I thought it would walk away without hearing anything and ignore the bun. However, the result was beyond my expectation. Lan'er looked at me with excitement on her face, shook her little tail, flew to the bun like an arrow, and ate it hungrily.

I didn’t understand very much and said angrily: Humph! Lie to me! What kind of dog ignores it! The dog obviously eats it, so what does that mean? When my mother-in-law heard this, she thought it was something. It turned out that it was because of the bun. She quickly explained to me: Okay, okay, that bun is not a real dog that ignores it, it's just a name. I blushed and suddenly realized.

Childhood is like sand on the beach. Every time you pick one up, there is a story, joy, anger, sadness, and joy. Every time you read it, you feel brand new. Composition 4 to retain childhood

Childhood life is colorful. Bernard Shaw once said: "Childhood is a stage in the continuous regeneration process of life. It is in this continuous regeneration process that human beings will survive forever." I appreciate this sentence very much. I feel that life has given each of us A huge and infinitely noble gift, this is childhood, full of expectations, confidence and hope.

Everyone has his own beautiful childhood, which brings us beautiful expectations and pure hearts, allowing us to walk through this stage with a smile. However, we must not forget our childhood. Only those who grow up and maintain a childlike innocence are real people.

Childhood is a time of innocence. In childhood, we possess the true feelings of the times, and this is our true self. As a human being, we cannot always abandon the near and seek the distant. We should be full of hope for the future, but sometimes we have to stop and look back at our past. After all, we have traveled that journey. Childhood, young and active, with torrent of enthusiasm and boundless dreams, as pure as snow, childhood can indeed be said to be the flower of life and the priceless jewel. Childhood is often short, we should cherish it, and the most important thing is that we should always maintain a childlike innocence. We must carry all the characteristics of childhood in our hearts, engrave them on our hearts, remember them all the time, remember our childhood, our true selves! Childlike innocence enables one to look at the world from the purest side without losing that liveliness and freedom; childlike innocence enables one to be optimistic and harmoniously integrate with everyone without losing that stability and maturity.

But what I am talking about about maintaining a childlike innocence is not the unscrupulous and ignorant side, but the positive and uplifting characteristics of childhood. Only on the basis of this characteristic, can we truly build a more complete self. Consider a person with a childish heart. You must unify your understanding of childhood, retain your childhood and become a real person! Composition 5 on retaining childhood

Childhood is like a colorful lollipop, sweet. Bernard Shaw once said; "Childhood is a class in the continuous regeneration process of life. Human beings must survive in this continuous regeneration process." With this sentence, I feel that life gives each of us a huge and infinite A noble gift, this is childhood, full of curiosity, confidence, hope and strength.

Everyone has his own childhood. What he brings to us is beautiful expectations, pure hearts, and it is our smile that leads us to this class. Not only does it take a smile to reach this stage, there are also sad things behind the smile. However, one cannot forget one's childhood. Only those who grow up and do not maintain a childlike innocence will not gain meaning. On the basis of having a wonderful childhood, we try our best to better ourselves and retain our childhood.

My childhood life was not very good at the beginning. When I was young, I fell into a pot. I know what kind of heartbreaking pain it was. Gradually, I grew up. , I am also very dissatisfied with the scars on my hands. Now, I have grown up and understand whether it is true or not. I have not been loved by my family since I was a child. Sometimes my brothers and sisters are jealous of me because of my love. When I was little, my grandma bought me colorful lollipops and Wahaha. My favorite was the colorful lollipops. I remember that at that time, the colorful lollipops had no more colorful colors, and I felt like I had lost everything, so I cried loudly... Now, I recall one by one, and my parents tell me one by one.

Sometimes I feel so cute, sometimes I feel so naive, sometimes I laugh at myself, and sometimes I feel that my childhood is so happy... Keep your childhood in your heart and mind. If, one day, I have no memory, I can disappear everything, but I cannot disappear the memories of childhood.

Keep your childhood, build a better self, and have a wonderful childhood on the basis of maintaining a childlike innocence. I love my childhood and keep it in the deepest part of my heart. Composition 6 of Preserving Childhood

Childhood is like a colorful drawing board, like a simple song, like a colorful kaleidoscope. It is the most dazzling star in life. But who can keep it, catch it, and prevent it from being scattered by the wind?

At night, facing a pile of homework, I feel irritable and always feel hesitant. I gently opened the window, and the cool wind blew my hair away. The time in elementary school was so beautiful. Looking into the distance, the tall and low buildings are shining with dazzling light. Looking up, the dark curtain is inlaid with bright "gems". Just like our childhood.

I think of the clear stream in my hometown, which is full of memories of my childhood. It was really a wonderful time catching loaches, having water fights, and fishing with my friends. I recalled the narrow path beside the creek. In spring, the roadside would be covered with snow-white dandelions. When the wind caressed their faces, the sky would be filled with small and exquisite "parachutes". At that time, I was chasing dandelions and flying happily, and my heart had already followed the swaying dandelions, drifting farther and farther...

Tonight, looking at the cabin in the distance, my The memory seems to be brought back to the past. Grandma often told me the legends of each constellation in the cabin. It can be said that every star records my childhood...

It walked by me gently and left quietly, as if it had never passed. Childhood time is always for adults. longed for. A girl waved her dress gently and walked past my window. She turned on the wind chimes and let them accompany her. Wind chimes? I walked to the string of wind chimes... I seemed to hear my silver-bell-like laughter and my crying that I didn't want to go to kindergarten...

Now, I am about to enter junior high school, and with my My childhood is gone. Although my childhood is not always happy, the reluctance in my heart still touches my heart faintly. Childhood, what a beautiful word! But childhood is getting further and further away from me. I grabbed its skirt and begged it not to leave. But it broke free from my hands... Who can keep it and the childhood that is about to pass away! Composition 7: Retaining Childhood

Early on Saturday morning, I changed my habit of sleeping in on weekends. I got up early, put on my clothes quickly, and ran to the bathroom to wash up carefully, because my mother said she would take me to take childhood art photos today.

At about 8:30, we arrived at Area C of East Zhejiang Trade City. As soon as my father parked the car, I couldn't wait to jump out of the car and go straight to the place where the photo was taken. Entering the photo studio, with the help of the photographer aunt, I quickly changed my clothes. I originally thought it would be the same as before - shooting indoors, but the photographer took me outside to shoot exteriors. What a surprise! I changed into four sets of clothes in one day, including medieval palace style, urban elf style, Korean style, and Republic of China style. Each style gives me a different feeling and surprises me again and again. But I still like the first purple princess dress the most. Purple gives people a noble and mysterious feeling and is my favorite color. The tiny waist of the princess dress is tied up high, the long hem flutters in the wind, and the thin lace forms a perfect circle. Purple flowers are dotted on the dress, and small silver sequins shine in the light. It is so beautiful! The moment I put on the princess dress, I seemed to really become a happy and noble little princess, and I felt so happy.

If you ask me which shot is my favorite, I will tell you without hesitation that it is the photo with the polar bear in the aquarium! The tall and big polar bear is so cute and naive that you can’t help but want to go up and hug it and touch it! Haha, don't be nervous! In fact, it is not a real polar bear, but a big stuffed toy!

Unknowingly, the happy time of the morning passed quietly. Under the urging of my parents, I reluctantly left Zhejiang East Trade City. On the way home, I carefully recalled the shooting process just now.

I can’t help but think: The reason why my parents took me to take pictures must be to keep my happy childhood! Composition 8 on Preserving Childhood

An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and I am already a sixth-grade primary school student. In order to retain the "cute" look of my childhood, my parents decided to take me to take children's art photos during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was so excited that I didn’t even sleep well. On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, we got up early, had a quick breakfast, and then took the subway to a children's photo studio called "Scarecrow" on Zhongsan North Road in Hangzhou. As soon as I entered the store, I was fascinated by the variety of clothes inside: mighty general uniforms, handsome fashion clothes, gorgeous casual clothes, etc. My parents asked the store clerk about the price, while I picked out the clothes I liked. Finally it was my turn to take the photo. I first put on a suit of ancient general's armor and waved the sword in my hand. Against the backdrop of the huge ancient war background paintings, I looked majestic and murderous, as if I was really going to fight on the battlefield. It was like a fight to the death; from the ancient battlefield to the gorgeous stage, I took off my armor, wore a black trendy leather jacket, played an acoustic guitar, and tried my best to pose a novel "POS", feeling like I was a star; then I transformed into a young man wearing casual clothes and holding a book in his hand, walking leisurely on the beach, reading quietly for a while, looking at the sea for a while, running on the beach for a while...

The photographer took many photos of me, and I was exhausted from all the looks. I think among these countless photos, there should be images of my childhood. I still remember what the photographer uncle said: Taking photos only retains the surface of your childhood. You must cherish your time, study hard, and make your childhood rich and glorious! Composition 9 of retaining childhood

I don’t want to grow up. When I grow up, it will be colorful, but it will be pale, and the blue sky will be turbid...

Childhood is a colorful world. The colorful kaleidoscope is an interesting camera; childhood is like a colorful sailboat, floating quietly into the distance, with childishness and daze... Looking back on childhood, really, I don't want to grow up.

I don’t want to grow up. I miss the small river in my hometown. The crisp sound of water flow accompanied me as I grew up. Once upon a time, my friends and I went down to the river to play, fishing for fish and shrimps, having water fights, playing hide and seek... At that time, cheerful figures were jumping in the river, splashing crystal waves. The shiny fish also swam around with us, rolling their eyes curiously, as if asking: "What are you doing? Are you also a happy fish? Why haven't I seen it before?" The water and I blend together, and the fish Accompanied by my children, happy songs fly out of the waves, so I really don’t want to grow up.

I remember that once, when I was in kindergarten, I was crying and making trouble, and I refused to go. It was my mother who held me in her arms, kept coaxing me, prepared a lot of delicious food for me, and promised me to go to the park and playground on Sunday. Then I entered the kindergarten. At that time, I was definitely the "little emperor", and the time when I was the only one was quietly passing away. I wanted to turn back time, so I really didn't want to grow up.

I don’t want to grow up, but I miss my mother pushing me in a trolley, pushing me here and there, letting me play happily. During the Chinese New Year, countless lucky money was thrown beside me. , I was so happy, but my mother returned the money with a smile. I glared at my mother, and my mother took the money back obediently. So, I really don’t want to grow up.

I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to grow up. There will be no flowers in the world when I grow up. I really want to keep my childhood and don’t want to grow up. Composition 10 on retaining childhood

Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in truth, and the tearful smile when recalling. I really want to keep my childhood.

Shot 1: The sun has just emerged from the embrace of the earth. A little girl of three or four years old was sitting on the grass, her black hair casually scattered on her shoulders. The girl's beautiful face was clearly smiling, and her delicate little hands were in close contact with the soil. Build a castle where the princess lives, and create a beautiful and lovely princess. Of course, there is a handsome prince next to her. Have you seen, under the sunshine, the girl's princess dream sparkles...

Voice-over: Children like dust, and their whole bodies and minds crave sunlight like flowers. Rousseau said: Childhood is the period of rational sleep. And I want to say: Childhood is the active period of dreams.

We can be our true selves in dreams and have real and simple happiness in dreams.

Shot 2: The sun hangs high in the blue sky. A girl of thirteen or fourteen years old came to the grassland where she played as a child. She had short hair and an unreadable expression on her face. She was a little confused. Looking at the familiar grass, I no longer dare to play with the dirt like I did when I was a child. Even when I sit on the grass, I have to hesitate for a while and put on a handkerchief before slowly sitting down. I really want to take a few more breaths of fresh air, but I don’t dare waste time here anymore, I still have to review! The girl asked herself, could she still play as recklessly as she did when she was a child? I don’t know the answer myself. The girl's heart sinks as the sun sets in the west...

Voice-over: Youth is like early spring, like the morning sun, like the sprouting of hundreds of flowers, like the new hair of a sharp blade, it is the most precious period of life. But at this time, there will also be some unspeakable sadness hidden inside. As I grow older, I don’t understand my own heart less and less, and I can no longer find the simple happiness of childhood.

Childhood is so innocent and simple, I really want to keep my childhood! Composition 11 of Preserving Childhood

The past is like pearls, stringing together the colorful childhood. Childhood life is more like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning for it. Those interesting past events often play back in my mind like a movie, which is endlessly memorable.

I remember when I was very young, every time I went to a video store on the pedestrian street with my father and mother, the clerk in the store would quickly play dance music that I was very familiar with. When the dance music started playing, I felt as if I had been injected with blood. My body began to twist involuntarily to the music, and I immediately danced calmly: my movements seemed to be leaning down and looking up; It's coming, but it's going; it's like flying, it's like walking; it's like standing, it's like leaning...

I was completely intoxicated by the music in my ears, even though there were many strangers around me I stopped to watch, but I didn't seem to notice their presence at all. As the music slowly ended, I gradually calmed down, stopped dancing, and trotted back to my father and mother. At this time, I can always hear the warm applause and admiration of the people around me, and I was immersed in the infinite happiness for a long time...

As time goes by, I grow taller. I have learned a lot, and from the happy time in kindergarten to the happy life in school, and gradually entering the senior grade, the countless homework makes people feel chilly. The endless happiness of my childhood suddenly slipped away from me and was replaced by a look of pain. Whenever I see children playing happily in the yard, I feel not only envy, but also jealousy.

Childhood life is so beautiful, and childhood memories are so clear. I really hope to keep those childhoods that are gone forever, and be an innocent child who will never grow up... Keep my childhood Composition 12

The colorful memories of childhood always make me laugh when I think about them. I often wish that time could stay at that moment and retain the beauty of childhood...

It was an early summer night. I saw many fruits growing in the flower pot. I thought if I put the rag dolls in the flower pot, there would be many rag dolls. I wanted to give the rag dolls to the children in the disaster area. Let them all have favorite toys.

The next morning, while my parents were at work, I watered and fertilized the flower pots and planted the rag dolls. I expected that many rag dolls would grow, but after many days From now on, the flowerpot has not changed at all. I also buried the earrings that my mother would wear to the party in a few days into the flower pot. I kept fertilizing and watering, but the result was still the same as last time. I didn't believe it, so I grabbed it with my hands. After searching for a long time in the mud, I still couldn't find my mother's precious earrings.

A few days later, my mother was going to attend the party. She had put on makeup, put on new clothes, and was about to put on earrings. However, she looked and couldn’t find them, so she woke me and my father up. "Emergency meeting", we first asked us to work in groups to search, but there was still no result. Seeing me standing next to me very nervous, he asked me: "Did you take Xinyue? You must dare to admit that you have done something wrong, and you cannot lie. "I hesitated and said, "I got mom's earrings. I wanted to plant the earrings, and then they would produce many earrings for you, but I didn't expect that not only would they not have any knots, but they would also be gone.

My mother couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this, and said, "Daughter, you can only plant seeds if plants grow. Some things cannot be planted, just like earrings." "

Childhood is happy, but that has passed, and I want to keep you. Essay on Preserving Childhood 13

I heard the child who led the family say: "You take a picture. , I took a picture of a child flying on an airplane..." I looked at the yellowed photo, and the songs I often sang when I was playing with my brother when I was a child echoed in my ears. In the photo, the innocent children were sitting on small stools and playing games. It reminds me of that beautiful childhood.

"Brother - come and play the clapping game with me! I suddenly wanted to relive my childhood life. ”

“Huh? Did you take the wrong medicine? How old are you and still playing such childish games! ". My brother who was writing a paper in front of the computer asked in surprise.

"No, I just recalled the beautiful life of childhood... Is this called childlike innocence? Remember? We went to the woods to stick to cicadas in the summer..." "Yeah, it was fun. "I was interrupted by him before I finished speaking. At that time, you were still a little girl. You didn't have much energy. You couldn't even hold a long bamboo pole firmly, and the dough didn't stick. You needed my help with everything. It's like a dog-skin plaster that follows me around all day long and can't be shaken off, haha.

"How can it be there?" Don't you always leave me aside and don't play with me? "I said a little aggrievedly.

I said something to you. "Remember when we were eating, we grabbed corn... so many happy things! "I said enthusiastically.

"Yes! I'm all grown up now, and I can never go back to that beautiful childhood. But it’s nice to be able to reminisce about our beautiful childhood together like this. "My brother said.

"You take one shot, I take one shot, a child is flying on a plane; I take two shots, you take two shots, what is the next sentence? ""wrong! "The sound of two young people in their prime arguing about their childhood came from under the window, and the sweet atmosphere of childhood permeated the surroundings... Essay on Preserving Childhood 14

When I was a child, I liked to go near my home very much. I went to play on that piece of grass. Now that piece of grass has been built with several high-rise buildings, and it has been six or seven years since we last met. It seems that most of it is green weeds, but it used to be my paradise.

Needless to mention the fluffy green grass, tall almond trees, soft and long weeping willows, nor the dandelions and elusive mimosa “hiding” under the trees, those little insects alone brought me joy. Infinite fun. Crickets play the piano and birds sing.

There are groups of dragonflies flying in the sky and butterflies flying around us. , in the grass... you can find geckos. Although they are not beautiful or attractive, they are good at catching mosquitoes and often help us catch them! I heard my grandma say: "Gekkos like to dig into people with their tails!" ears, especially those of children. "Because the gecko looks so ugly that it scares me, and it acts like a thief. Moreover, I listened to my grandmother's words, and it makes me even more afraid of her.

We sometimes, together Just spend the day catching dragonflies, playing with wild cats and puppies, or climbing trees.

It’s too hot here in summer, except for the grass under the trees. Most of the grass is withered, and the little animals don't come out to play because it's too hot. Therefore, in the summer, the little friends don't come out.

There are so many hungry little animals there! , we all decided to take the leftovers at home to feed the little animals. Slowly, we became good friends.

Now, the paradise of our childhood is gone. Will my friends still miss that piece of grass? Will they still miss their childhood playmates? Essay on Preserving Childhood 15

Thinking of my childhood always makes me talk about the unforgettable things in the past. I remember that in the summer when I was 8 years old, my father, my mother and my whole family went swimming at the beach with my aunt and my whole family.

Ah! The sea was so big and boundless at first glance. The sky was reflected on the sea, and the water turned blue and crystal clear. I was very scared when I saw the sea for the first time. The waves saw us and walked towards us with gentle steps, as if to say: “Welcome to this beautiful place. "It tickled my little feet, and I became bolder.

I went barefoot, put on my swimming trunks, and got a ring lifebuoy. I got in. It protected me while helping me learn to swim. I couldn't wait to dive into the water.

I imitated the posture of the father next to me. I paddled in the water with my hands, kicked the water behind me with my feet, and swam forward. "It's too late to run back." I said. Waves of waves rose up and hit me, covering my head. I just took a breath and drank a sip of water. It really scared me!

I saw my father and mother swimming happily in various postures. I was really envious and admired them. But I couldn't help but feel depressed when I thought about it. My father swam over and taught me: "First breathe, and then exhale. Don't be nervous." I had no foundation in swimming. I breathed in water even after I breathed out. My father's hopeful eyes and constant encouragement My language, what can I say? I had no choice but to continue learning...

After repeated practice, I finally learned to swim, and I could swim about 4 meters away. I was so happy that I didn’t know how to describe my mood at this time. I couldn’t help but think of a famous saying: Nothing in the world is difficult, as long as you are willing to climb. This time I really climbed! Essay on Preserving Childhood 16

The bright sunshine shines on the colorful world, making me seem to have returned to that beautiful childhood.

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye, but it seems like my childhood was waved goodbye to me just yesterday.

When I was young, I didn’t have so many burdens or worries. I was free, like a bird flying in the air, and like a small fish playing in the water.

When I was a child, I didn’t know what friendship was. Now that I think about it, how pure the friendship was back then! That childhood friendship cannot be bought back with money. Think again, what is friendship? Where does friendship come from? Where will friendship go?

I remember when I was a child, a large group of us children played in the silver winter and danced on the silver carpet. The scene was unforgettable.

The world of childhood is colorful, and friendship and family affection are at their richest. At that time, my mother often held me in her arms, and the feeling was sweeter than honey. That was when I had the most friends. Looking back on my childhood, I feel like "the wind blew in the small building last night, and I can't bear to look back on the past."

When I was a kid, I thought about it: It would be great if I could become a great poet when I grew up! I will use the most beautiful poems in the world to praise the great mountains and rivers of the motherland.

But now I think: How wonderful it would be if we could turn back time! I must go back to that colorful childhood to play, think, learn and do happily.

But childhood is too short. In the blink of an eye, I grew up from a small child, from a crying child to a good child who cares about his parents.

Recalling the past and looking forward to the future, the road in life is still long and I need to go on with strength. Although I have waved goodbye to my interesting childhood, I will use the pure heart and optimistic attitude of my childhood to face all the ups and downs in life in the future, so that the beautiful flowers of childhood will always bloom in my heart.