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Talk about childhood memory shop

Talking about the childhood memory store;

1, when I was a child, I ran to the canteen with money, and I always felt that I didn't have enough money in my hand. Always want to grow up. Now I have finally grown up, standing in front of a dazzling array of snacks, but I don't know where to start.

2. The canteen uncle watched me buy sugar and cigarettes.

You never know when it will be the last time. The path you walked after school every day as a teenager, the small shop selling soda on the corner, the tin room where you ate midnight snack, and the people who used to get along with each other day and night.

There is a canteen near the cloud. Years and sunsets are piled on the bookshelf, and mountains are behind them. The old man pretended to be asleep on the couch, and the child stole a piece of candy. When will the tears fall and where will the birds go?

The best past is the most precious memory in my heart, just like the canteen that I can never go back.

6. Stepping on the years, listening to the music played at this time, following my childhood, the pictures of the canteen are being presented in my mind one by one.

7. I remember that in midsummer, children like to run to the canteen because there are sweet popsicles to eat.

8. I always loved drinking when I was a child, and I secretly bought a bottle of Arctic Ocean every time after school. Oh, by the way, there was an ice pack that I loved to drink. At that time, who would be unclean? I remember having a hair and a hair, and I always buy a hair very affectedly.

9. When I was a child, my family was poor. Every year on June 1st, I will pick up some waste products and sell them, so that I can use the money to buy some ice cream. That is the most delicious, rare and unforgettable ice cream in the whole body! Happy Children's Day!

10, people gather and disperse, and clouds come and go. A storyteller always has a story he doesn't want to tell. Time flies and whispers turn into paper.