Chinese writing practice on childhood topics

If you lose something, you will be scolded; if you lose time, you will grow up. ——Inscription When I look through the photo album of memories, my childhood memories are already a bit yellowed. When we were children, we always wanted to grow up quickly, but when we grow up, we want to go back to childhood. Although childhood is far away, the people and things in childhood will always remain in our hearts. Deep in my childhood memory, there is such a person who makes fun for you when you are bored, helps you when you are in trouble, comforts you when you are sad, and chats and laughs with you when you are happy... She My name is Lele, and she was my best friend in childhood. At that time, we always stayed together, sitting in front of our house every night and looking up at the stars. "What's the name of that star?" I asked, pointing to a very bright star. “That’s the North Star,” she said. She was smiling, and I was smiling too, and continued to look at the stars. I remember one time, I caught a few fireflies and put them in a bottle, but she accidentally let them go. She looked at me anxiously and fearfully. In order to lighten the atmosphere and prevent myself from getting angry, I took her to pick grapes. The grapes were big and sweet, and they are still dazzling in front of my eyes... Every spring, the "snowflakes" on the banks of the Willow River drift in the wind. , I ask you what this is, you answer, catkins. Sometimes, I even feel a little jealous of you. You know so much, but because you are a child, I forget it after a while and start going crazy with you again. Later, I was going to move. The day before the move, I kept playing wildly with you. I even caught a handful of catkins and gave it to you. I also made a tick with you, saying that we would play together tomorrow. But I broke my promise, I left this city and went to another place. Lele, are you okay now? I miss you? I'm sorry, I broke my promise. When can we meet again? Let's catch crabs together, watch the stars together, and... "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling summer loudly; on the swing by the grass, there are only butterflies. Stopping on it, the teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chattering away. Waiting for the end of class, waiting for school to be over, waiting for the childhood of games..." This familiar melody sounded again in the MP3, childhood is a one-way street, and it has been a long time. Gone can never come back, but time is eternal. Perhaps one day, when we are all gray-haired, we will miss our youth as we miss our childhood now.