Talk about the feeling of not going back to childhood.

The years of sealing books have become as light as autumn water. The water of memory is shallow, full of memories, with sweetness and warmth, passing through the years like water, counting petals mixed with the sound of growth, fragrant for several times ... golden childhood, gorgeous dreams, the past that can never be returned, like a kite in the sky, flying farther and farther, getting lighter and lighter, never to be seen again ... Time has passed in a blink of an eye, and the old urchin has entered middle age, only that happiness.

I don't know when I started, but I like nostalgia more and more. I no longer like new things. What I remember most in my mind is a moment when I was a child, a trivial matter, a person I have never seen again.

Some people say that when a person starts to feel nostalgic, it means that he is old. I miss the people and things in the past, and I miss the poverty, innocence, kindness, warmth and sincerity between people when I was a child. Why are we most nostalgic? Because in those days, we recorded too many beautiful things that never happened again. Even things that are not so beautiful, because * * * exists in our childhood, after countless polishing, become unbearable.

What is childhood? Childhood is an experience, an experience that I will keep thinking about, but I don't want to think about it. I will keep thinking about it, because I always look forward to being as carefree and happy as I was then. I don't want to think about it, because I can't go back anymore, and I have to face the cold reality after all.

Childhood is all kinds of play. Play with mud under the tree and pick pears on the tree. Fishing in Dong Tang and shrimp catching in Xigou. Butterflies in spring and cicadas in summer. Sandbags in autumn and snowball fights in winter. Listen to swallows whispering on the beam and watch ants fighting on the ground. The triangle where the cigarette case is folded, and the four corners where the book and paper are folded are all baby bumps. The gyro spins rapidly on the concrete floor, and the kite flies high under the blue sky. A sword made of bamboo, a gun made of books and paper feel like a king when you hold it in your hand. Putting a sheet behind your back is the Wulin warrior, and hanging a pen in your pocket is the intellectual. Kicking shuttlecock scares girls, and jumping rubber bands is not bad at all. Playing hide-and-seek, forgetting the time, provoked my mother to shout loudly, the eagle caught the chicken, forgot to look at the sky, and missed the meal. There are many things that can't be expressed in words, all of which are beautiful dynamic pictures that come to my mind.

When we recall our childhood, we seem to be in front of us. Although the conditions were not good at that time, the happiness of children at that time was something that children can't understand now, and it is also a memory that we can't erase.

Every generation has its own unique memories. In the past, children had many interesting games, such as pushing iron rings and throwing sandbags, but now they don't play much. Our childhood is gone forever, but good memories are always there! Come and see the memory tear gas that Huahua prepared for you!

Children don't know spring, why is the grass green? In our childhood in 1960s and 1970s, there were naturally no robot cats, ultraman and rainbow cat Lan Tu, nor the glory of the king. But we have our happiness. A few pebbles, a few squares painted on the ground, a trumpet made of paulownia, and a stick for riding a bamboo horse will also have a good time. A gyro cut from a piece of wood, a small whip rope and a simple swing made of a rope are our world. There are also hide-and-seek, eagle catching chickens, imitating movies to catch spies, cutting telephone lines and bombing bunkers. Happy games always make people linger, until it's getting late, and the wisps of smoke floating from the roof of every household gradually become scarce with the night, and then they are reluctant to go home.

Childhood is happy, although the days are poor, but happiness, a small bag of melon seeds, a handful of peanuts, a three-cent popsicle, a few pieces of sugar and a delicious popcorn can make us drool.

Childhood is a chaotic era without thinking and memory, in incomplete memory. Back to this place, I am happy and disappointed. Time has already swept away Wu Nong's soft words as a spring when he was a child, and more is silence. On that day, I indulged in memories and allowed myself to meditate and have a silent conversation with this tower in my heart. What I really realize is that after more than 40 years, my deepest feelings and feelings are engraved in my childhood memories, and many trivial pleasures are like scattered smells. When I thought I had forgotten them, they became clear and vivid life rings in the abyss of memory.

When I was a child, I didn't have as many worries as I do now, and I didn't have any worries about survival. Only the frolicking between friends and the smell of white rabbit toffee. I remember that there was no TV, no cell phone, no computer and no internet. There are no beautiful toys, and there are no various game machines like this. But we have many interesting things to play, such as spinning the top, playing marbles, catching stones, pushing iron rings, folding triangles, jumping three sheep, kicking keys, skipping rope, swinging, catching chickens with eagles, throwing sandbags, jumping houses, drawing simple squares and jumping with one foot and two feet, which can be played all day. There are also flower ropes, bag hooks, sector weaving, southeast and northwest. When I was a child, I was like a boy. I like to climb trees with my brother and them, shoot birds with slingshots, and bake sweet potatoes in the wild with mud. Although childhood toys are simple, they are all very interesting. Many of them are homemade, and I am reluctant to throw them away even if I am tired of playing. It can be said that these games have accompanied me throughout my childhood, giving me a memory that I can smile every time I think back.

My childhood experience is actually a great wealth in my life. Childhood is like a painting, recording the bits and pieces of our childhood life; Childhood, like a string of beautiful notes, sings the joy of our childhood; Childhood passed away quietly without our knowing it, but the interesting things that happened in childhood were as colorful, sparkling and unforgettable as the sparkling shells on the beach and the marbles we played with when we were young. Although time has brought childhood farther and farther, the interesting things of childhood remain in our minds and memories forever.

Memories can be beautiful or painful. Good memories bring infinite reverie, while painful memories bring endless pain. But at least I know that the memory of junior high school life will become an indelible memory in my mind.

I have too many wonderful memories of my childhood in that era. Now, once fun has become a memory, once getting along has become a memory, once chasing has become a memory, and once everything has become a memory. Everyone has their own childhood, the past time, the fleeting time blown by the wind, there are always some memories, even the torrential rain, even the storm, can not be washed away. Like a thousand-year-old vine, it is tightly wound in my heart, and the old root of the dragon is deeply rooted in my heart. Although time has passed, it has never relaxed.

For me, childhood is just a paper plane folded by those tender little hands, carrying beautiful dreams, soaring under the blue sky, shuttling among white clouds, dancing among flowers and perching at the tip of grass.

For me, childhood is like a distant and long nursery rhyme, catching sparrows, playing hide-and-seek and playing windmills, which can accompany me through countless Sundays. Even an old popsicle can make my mouth water. Even a string of Sugar-Coated Berry can make me look forward to beauty; The creaking sound of an old door can be clearly printed in my young mind; It's a watch painted on my wrist. Although it never turns, it unconsciously takes away my best time.

Childhood, no matter what age, is like a kaleidoscope to me, spinning with dreamy colors, with pure memories and pure carefree time, which makes everyone full of curiosity and expectation. Childhood is like water, passing away in a trance; Childhood is like a tree, thriving; Childhood is like light, fleeting; Childhood is like a dream, fleeting; Childhood is like wine, with a fragrance; Childhood is like a song, loud and clear. With the fermentation of time, my childhood life has been deeply imprinted in my memory.

The bitterness of childhood, the joy of childhood, the footsteps of childhood, the smiling face of the red sun, and the unknown secrets of childhood are all flying sand and stones, and the games of childhood are the scenery that will remain in my heart forever.

When I saw my friend Su's new book "Birds in the Late Night", my childhood memories came out at once, because Listening to the Wind was about the homesickness and homesickness of the generation after 70. It turns out that peers in different hometowns have the same childhood memories.

Listening to the wind write about the people in her hometown and what happened when she was a child, although thirty or forty years have passed, when everything falls on the pen, it seems to be in front of me, just yesterday, but it seems to have gone far, but it seems that it has not gone far. A casual moment can ignite everything.

Enjoy listening to the spiritual words of the wind, deep homesickness, past and present intertwined time and space, I once suspected that she and I came from the same place, but later we grew up and went to different cities.

Some people say that happy people use their childhood to cure their whole lives, while unfortunate people use their whole lives to cure their childhood. I am lucky to belong to the former, and I believe listening to the wind is the same. As she said in the book, even if there is something unsatisfactory in her childhood memory, she can always find a happy interface and gain unlimited power.

Looking back yesterday, we have a clear conscience. Too much bitterness melted into yesterday's plowshares, too much sadness filled our hearts, too much helplessness was written on our faces, and too much energy was spent on yesterday's process. Too many happy moments in childhood seem endless day and night, but happiness and sadness always go hand in hand. The time interval was so long that I forgot the partner I started playing with. Time flies. Where are the partners busy now? Childhood is the best time in life. She is always so intoxicating, infatuated, fascinating and unforgettable.

Time flies, taking away our youth, but not the figure we left behind in that era. There is always something in the corner of the room that will remind us of our childhood, that kind of pure happiness. From the reform and opening up to the rapid development of science and technology, the products around us are getting faster and better, but it still can't change our special liking for the last one.

The joy of childhood, the joy of childhood, and the wonderful moments of childhood have now remained in my memory and cannot be erased.

Time flies, we grow up day by day, from green and immature to adult quietly, and then climb carefully in the adult world. In a blink of an eye, I have passed half a century. At some point, I want to go to the time machine and go back to my childhood again. I really want to get back those memories of my childhood, those interesting things of my childhood. However, the past is like smoke, and when I look back, I find that the road when I came was full of thorns, and I can't go back, just like this childhood, which is gone forever. The lost years are mottled with scattered memories. Although the childhood dream is full of youth, it is always sweet and sweet. How I wish the past could be like a kite, holding it with a long line, so that I can take it back at any time and taste it carefully. However, whether it is the sunny day of childhood or the other side of Qian Shan, what has passed away is gone forever.

The most urgent thing in the world is always the most beautiful scenery, and the deepest thing is always the truest feelings of childhood. Every time I can't stay, I have some unforgettable memories. Those days that I can't go back are the best time I have ever experienced, like a wisp of fragrance, which infiltrated my whole childhood. I am sure that the long years spent in childhood are the warm time that everyone remembers, and these times have also surprised countless people's happy childhood.

I think, if there is a single seat in childhood, I wonder how many people will scramble to pay the bill; If there were original stocks for sale in childhood, I wonder how many people would spend money to collect them.

Childhood, like the passage of time, is gone forever, never to return. I think all I can take away is a lost cloud and a lonely heart. In fact, what I want to say is: it is not only the feelings of girls that are poetry. After half a century, recalling my childhood, I will still write this article inexplicably. No matter what others think, I still talk to myself, which is reasonable and unreasonable. Beautiful memories, lost time, and most importantly, my heart is still warm, because the mood and memories at this time have made me abandon the noise of reality and find a quiet and down-to-earth place in ancient times.

Time flies, and childlike interest depends on it. If childhood is a poem, it praises the innocence and happiness of life; If childhood is a dream, the footprints and footprints of years are scattered in the dream. I can't go back to my childhood However, no matter how far I go and where I go, what I will never forget in my heart is still the memory of that childhood.

Childhood that can't go back, memories that can't go back!