Does school always stifle creativity?

I believe that there is something hidden in everyone's mind, and that is the memory bubble.

I also have a memory bubble.

I still remember that when I was 3 years old, my grandmother passed away. Grandma loves me very much, and I am like a precious pearl, which she holds in her hand. Grandma loves me as much as her mother. She dresses me, cooks porridge for me, tells me stories and sometimes tells jokes to amuse me. Every time I smiled, she lovingly picked me up, narrowed her wrinkled eyes and smiled at me and said, "Hehe! I am so happy! " ......

However, grandma closed her eyes and covered her thin body with a white sheet. She never picked me up again, nor did she dress me or tell me a story. This memory bubble seemed to burst at that time, and its broken bubble water ran into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and tears flowed down unconsciously ...

I also had a memory bubble.

When I was a child, I remember once that my mother bought me a hydrogen balloon for kitty. I loved it. This balloon is like a lovely love. It has not only my favorite pattern but also my favorite color-pink. Holding this balloon, I am happy to jump around and show off in front of others. I really can't put it down. Mother gently wrapped the balloon thread around my finger and tied a knot. The hydrogen balloon swayed with the wind, and it was as lovely as a little naughty bag. I was like a happy little rabbit, running around and jumping around. At this time, the rope accidentally broke "bang", and the lovely hydrogen balloon broke away from my finger and gradually flew to the vast blue sky. I looked at the sky and watched the balloon fly farther and farther, and I was so anxious that I burst into tears. "Mom, the balloon ran away, the balloon ran away!" " Mom smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll just buy you another one."

Now, when I see a child holding a hydrogen balloon in his hand, I will think of it, but I won't be so sad as before. Because I understand that beautiful balloons are more like our beautiful dreams. Only by flying our dreams can we have a goal. Only with a goal can we work hard and make our dreams come true.

I also have a memory bubble.

whenever I pass by the amusement park, I will recall my childhood. At that time, I didn't carry a heavy schoolbag, and I didn't provoke the burden of study. Instead, I was carefree like a bird, and I was immersed in eating, drinking and having fun all day. Now I have bid farewell to that free and happy time forever and started to walk to school with a heavy schoolbag, and I am frantically catching up on my homework. I think, everyone wants to live a happy and relaxed life, and misses his childhood: chasing butterflies among flowers, playing house with some boards and branches under lush trees, and playing hide-and-seek under the blue sky ... But now, I just feel very tired, very tired ...

However, as the saying goes: no pains, no gains, and only when you eat bitter can you become a master. Although it is very hard to study now, my heart is sweet when I reap the fruits of success. I can't help feeling that all the hard work and dedication are worth it!

Everyone has a memory bubble, which condenses your memory of life. Here are our joyful jokes and our sad tears. Here we also write down the bits and pieces of our growth, the joy of success and the discouragement of failure ... As long as you pay attention to your life carefully, memory bubbles will be everywhere.