Send a circle of friends to recall childhood. Say short sentences to recall childhood.

I never imagined at that time that when I grew up, Hunan Satellite TV would play it again and again, from the first to the third, I never bothered. Somehow, Wei Zierkang's fifth brother cried her eyes out at first, but now it is regarded as a comedy.

Second, childhood is as sweet as candy; Childhood is as pure as lily; Childhood is as beautiful as a garden.

With the ringing sound like a silver bell, it reminds me of my childhood. At that time, I was naive, cute, lively and naive. Among the many stars, choosing a bright star makes me remember it vividly.

I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur, and it will fade away in groups as time goes by. And the turning point of boring middle school life day by day is slowly fading away. Unforgettable, only some in retrospect, unbreakable stay in memory.

Fifth, the blue sky with white clouds on the chest tells the refreshing season; Wildflowers are woven into grassland clothes, telling the freshness of nature; Greetings are folded into bookmarks of blessings, telling the distant childhood. It's Children's Day again. Are you happy when you grow up?

6. How I miss the good memories of our childhood, shouting insects in the grass and so on!

Seven, my childhood is unrestrained, the story of childhood is as beautiful as the stars in the sky, and the feathers of birds are colorful.

Eight, toothache is like a child.

9. Looking back, the days were full of colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the voice that once moved has gradually faded away. p

Ten, childhood, is a charming painting, outlining how many moving and interesting stories I have; Childhood, a melodious piccolo, played my pure and beautiful fantasy;

Eleven, childhood may be tears that you no longer shed easily, sadness? Helpless! It's air-dried, but it can still leave traces. Childhood may be an innocent smile that you won't show. Naive? Cute! No, but it can still exist in people's memory. Childhood may be the dried flower of lost life, lifelike? Disappointed! I lost my life, but I will always be amazed by flowers!

Twelve, childhood is beautiful, childhood is colorful, and childhood has our best memories. The innocence and cuteness of childhood will always emerge.

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

Fourteen, I think everyone had many happy things when he was a child, and I was no exception. When I was a child, an interesting story about my grandmother's family came to my mind, like sand in the desert, countless.

15. Life is a book, and childhood, youth, middle age and old age are different chapters in life. The contents are all stories of joys and sorrows and vicissitudes of the times. It's just that the life experience is different and the content of the book is different. The cover is the glory of the years, the title page is the epigram of youth, and the text is the journey. Day is a punctuation mark; Month is a paragraph; Year is a chapter; Finally, it was bound into a book by years.

Sixteen, childhood is the wind, blowing clouds; Childhood is a cloud, turning into the rain of the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing new flowers; Childhood is a flower, watch the sunset glow with me.

Seventeen, when I was a child, I felt that growing up was a very distant thing. When I grow up, I find that childhood is really far away. Distant childhood, untouchable warmth, stays in beautiful memories.

18. The tears in the corner of my eyes have come out. I know nothing can go back. Wave goodbye to everyone, let's cherish this beautiful memory in our hearts.

19. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.

20. I wake up every morning and look at the dark circles on my face and the bags under my eyes formed not long ago. I find that I have grown into a woman and miss my childhood more and more.

2 1. Childhood is a colorful river, a colorful road, a kind bridge and a wonderful book. When I recall my childhood, I feel very happy, but I have a little nostalgia and yearning.

Twenty-two, childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma's bridge; When I was a child, it was the bridge, and then the road ahead; When we were young, it was that road that kept us away from childhood. When I was a child, it was the wind, blowing clouds; When I was a child, it was a cloud, and the New Year turned into rain; When I was a child, it was rain that moistened the newborn flowers; When I was a child, I was a flower, watching the sunset glow with me.

Twenty-three, childhood is like a beautiful garden, full of all kinds of bright flowers, just like young us, facing the sun and the wind, smiling innocently and brilliant in the sun.

Twenty-four, one party raises one person in the local area. As the starting point of a person, hometown has branded your life from the moment you were born. Mother's arms, father's eyes and the teasing of relatives have been deeply rooted in childhood memories; The mountains and rivers in my hometown, the grass and trees, the words and deeds of the neighbors and villagers can't describe the local customs of my hometown in you. In the cradle of hometown affection, the outlook on life began to breed. Once this outlook on life enters people's bone marrow, it may affect people's life, even if they encounter ups and downs in life.

25. Summer passed, autumn passed, winter came again, camel team came again, but childhood never came back. I won't do anything stupid like camel chewing in winter.

Twenty-six, childhood is like a wave in the river, calm as a mirror, slightly rippling and choppy; Childhood is also like the boiled water that life must drink, with sweetness and bitterness.

Twenty-seven, when I was a child, it was the most gorgeous color in my memory. My father is holding colorful kites, and my mother is sending me milky milk. When I was a child, it was the most beautiful sound in my memory. It's a squeaky windmill bought at the temple fair, and it's a quacking duckling made by grandpa himself. When I was a child, it was a happy stream; When I was a child, it was a sweet song; When I was a child, that was my eternal memory.

Twenty-eight, childhood is a pen, depicting a wonderful picture; Childhood is a painting, full of gorgeous flowers; Childhood is a bouquet of flowers, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Twenty-nine, childhood days are bitter, but children don't quite understand the sufferings of adults, and always try their best to find happiness from suffering, 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!

At that time, summer was our happiest time! Little friends go out to play in groups: catch shrimp in the river for a while; Go to the temple to watch opera later; Go to the grass to catch grasshoppers later.