I don't know when to start, more and more like nostalgia. No longer like new things, the heart of the deepest memory in the brain, mostly as a child of a moment, a small insignificant thing, some never seen again.
Some people say that when a person starts to be nostalgic, it means he is already old. Nostalgia for people and things in the past, nostalgia for the poverty of childhood, innocence, kindness, warmth, sincerity between people. Why are we most nostalgic? Because that era recorded too many of our later never had the good. Even if it is not so good things, but also because *** with the existence of our childhood, after countless times of time polishing, but also become intolerant of harshness, and become lovely and relatable.
What is childhood? Childhood is a period of experience, is a period of constantly will remember, and not too willing to remember the experience. I will always remember, because I always want to be as carefree and happy as I was at that time. I don't want to think about it, because I can never go back, and I still have to face the cold reality.
Childhood is a variety of play. The tree playing under the mud, tree picking pears. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. Spring butterfly, summer catch robin. In the fall, we smashed sandbags, and in the winter, we had snowball fights. Listening to the swallows murmuring on the beam, watching the ants fighting on the ground. The triangular boards folded from cigarette boxes and the quadrangular boards folded from books and paper were all treasures. The gyro spins fast on the concrete floor, and the kite flies high in the clear blue sky. The sword made of bamboo and the gun made of book and paper felt like a king in my hand. With a bed sheet draped behind you, you are a martial arts warrior, and with a fountain pen hanging from your pocket, you are an intellectual. Kick the shuttlecock, let the girls afraid, jumping ribbons, also not bad at all. Hide-and-seek, playing forget the time, causing mom to shout, the eagle catching chickens, playing forget to look at the sky, missed the meal. There are many, many more can not be expressed in words, appear in the mind is a beautiful dynamic picture.
When we think back to the time of childhood, as if in front of us. Although the conditions were not good at that time, the happiness of the children at that time is the time that today's children can not experience, but also the memory that we can not erase.
Each generation has their unique memories, the former children have a lot of fun games, push the iron ring, throw sandbags and so on, now the children are not playing. Our childhood can never come back, but the good memories will always be there! Come and see the memories of flowers for you to prepare tear gas!
Children do not know spring, ask why the grass is green? Our childhood in the sixties and seventies of the last century, naturally, there is no robot cat, Ultraman and the rainbow cat and blue rabbit, and there is no glory of the king. But we have our happiness, a few grains of small stones, the ground to draw a few squares, an oleander bark to do the trumpet, a small stick when the bamboo horse ride, will also be playing happily, a section of wood cut into a gyro, plus a small whipcord, a rope to do the simple swing, is our world; and hide-and-seek, eagles and chickens, imitating the movie to catch secret agents, cut the phone line, bombing the bunker, the joy of the game is always letting people! Linger until it is late, the roof of the house with a wisp of smoke with the night slowly become scarce, only to return home reluctantly.
When I was a child, I was happy, although I was poor, but I was happy, a small bag of melon seeds, a handful of peanuts, a three-cent ice lolly, a few candies, a handful of fragrant popcorn can make us salivate.
Childhood is a chaotic time without thought or memory, in the tattered memory. I'm glad to be back here again, but I'm also disappointed, the passing of time has long since swept away the childhood spring-like Wu Nong soft words, more silent. That day I indulged in memories, letting my own contemplation and meditation in the bottom of my heart and the tower of the silent dialog. And let me really realize is that after more than forty years, in the heart of the most feelings, the deepest touches, actually skeleton carved in the childhood years of the past, many insignificant happiness, even as the scattered taste, when I thought I had forgotten, but they are in the abyss of memory, strung into a clear and vivid ring of life.
When I was a kid, I didn't have all the worries that kids have now, and I didn't have the worries of survival, but I just had the playfulness between my buddies, and the flavor of the white rabbit milk candy. I remember that in those days there were no TV sets, no cell phones, no computers and no internet; no beautiful toys, not to mention all kinds of game machines like now. But we had a lot of fun things to play, like spinning gyro, marbles, catching stones, pushing iron rings, stacking triangles, jumping three sheep, kicking the keys, jumping rope, swinging, eagles catching chickens, throwing sandbags, hopscotch, a piece of chalk, a piece of stone, drawing a simple grid, one-footed jumping, two-footed jumping, you can happily play for a whole day. There are also flipping ropes, hook bags, weaving fans, and playing with the north, south, east, west, and north. When I was a child, like a boy, like to go with my brother and they climbed trees, using a slingshot to shoot birds, there is to the field with mud blocks into a fort baked sweet potatoes, toys when I was a child, although they are very simple, but they are all very interesting, a lot of toys are homemade, even if you are tired of playing also can not throw away. I can say that these games accompanied me through my childhood, so that I have a every time I look back on the memories can reveal a smile.
The experience of childhood is actually a great treasure in my life. Childhood is like a picture, recording the life of our childhood; childhood, like a string of beautiful notes, singing the joy of our childhood; childhood in our unknowing quietly passed away, but those interesting things that happened in childhood is like a shiny shell on the beach, as well as the marbles we played as children in general, colorful, shiny, unforgettable. Although time takes childhood farther and farther away, but the fun of childhood will always remain in our minds, our memories.
Memories may be beautiful, may be painful, beautiful memories bring people unlimited reverie, painful memories bring people endless hurt. But at least I know that the memories of junior high school life will become the memory of my brain can not be erased.
I have too many good memories of my childhood in that era. And now, once the playfulness has become a memory, once get along has become a memory, once the chase has become a thought, once everything has become a memory. Everyone has their own childhood, the old days gone by, the wind blowing through the years, there are always some memories, even if the pouring rain can not be washed away, even if the waves can not be washed away. It is like a thousand-year-old vine, tightly wound in the heart, the coiled dragon gnarled old roots y rooted into the heart, let the passage of time, has not been relaxed at all.
Childhood in me, is the pair of tender hands folded out of paper airplanes, carrying a beautiful dream, soaring in the blue sky, in the white clouds between the shuttle, dancing in the bushes, in the grass on the tip of the fall.
Childhood in me, like a distant and long nursery rhyme, is that time and time again to catch sparrows, hide-and-seek, play windmill can accompany me through countless Sundays flawless and beautiful; is an old popsicle can make me salivate rare; is a string of sugar gourds can also make me long for the good; is an old door of the creaking can be a clear imprint in my young heart; is the painting on the wrist of the table, although never turned, but in the unknowingly. Although never turned, but in the unknowingly took away my best time.
Childhood, no matter what era, for me is like a kaleidoscope, rotating with fantastic colors, with innocent memories, pure and carefree time, so that everyone is full of curiosity and expectation. Childhood like water, passing in a trance; childhood like a tree, growing strong; childhood like light, white horse past the gap; childhood like a dream, a shake and pass; childhood like wine, fragrant; childhood like a song, loud and clear. Childhood life with the fermentation of time, has been y imprinted in my memory of the mind, lingering.
The pain of childhood, the joy of childhood, the footsteps of childhood, and that the red sun is full of vigor to reveal the smiling face, and the secret of the unknown childhood in the flying sand, success or failure in the life of the mileage of honor and disgrace, the game of childhood is a landscape that will always be in the heart of the country.
The memories of my childhood, when I saw my friend Su listen to the wind of the new book "late at night birdsong", a brain drilling, because listen to the wind of this book is written after 70 years of nostalgia and nostalgia, the original different hometowns of the same age, have the same childhood past.
Listening to the wind to write her hometown people and hometown things, those who had happened as a child, although the past three or four decades, but when everything fell into the pen, as if in front of the eyes, just yesterday, but obviously it has gone far, far away, but it seems to have not gone far away, an inadvertent moment, you can ignite it all.
Enjoying listening to the wind spiritual words, strong nostalgia, the past and the present time and space intertwined, I once suspected that she had come from the same place as me, only later we grew up and went to a different city.
Some people say that happy people use their childhood to heal their whole life, while unfortunate people use their whole life to heal their childhood. I'm glad that belongs to the former, and I believe that listening to the wind is also, as she said in the book, she later even if there is not as good as what is not good, in the childhood memories, she can always find the interface of happiness, access to unlimited power.
Looking back to yesterday, we ask the heart, too much bitterness melted into yesterday's plowshares, too much sorrow filled our hearts, too much helplessness written on our faces, too much energy waved in yesterday's process. Too many joyous moments of childhood, as if days and nights could not be said, yet happiness and sadness also always follow. The time interval is too long, long have forgotten the very beginning and their own play partners, time flies, now the partner and in which corner busy? Childhood is the best time of life, she is always so mesmerizing, reverie, fascinating, more unforgettable.
Time as running water, took away our youth, but can not take away the figure we left in that era, in the corner of the room there are always some things will hook out of our memories, in the mind floating out of our childhood figure, the kind of innocent happiness. From the reform and opening up to the current rapid development of science and technology, around the product updates faster and faster, more and more good, but still can not change that we have a love for the previous.
The joy of childhood, the joy of childhood, the beautiful moments of childhood, now has left in my memory is difficult to erase.
Time in a hurry, we grew up day by day, from the young and uninvolved, to become an adult when the immobility, and then carefully climbed in the adult world, turn the eye I have gone through half a hundred. There are moments when I want to take a trip in a time machine and return to my childhood again. I want to find those memories of my childhood, those interesting things when I was a child. However, the past is like yesterday, looking back, but found that the road has been full of thorns, how can not go back, just like this childhood in general, never come back. Passing years dappled scattered memories, childhood dreams although full of astringent but always sound and sweet, how I wish the past can be like a kite, there is a long line holding it, so that it can be retrieved at times, savor. However, whether it is the sunny days of childhood, or later through the thousands of mountains of the other side of the country, passed away forever can not come back.
The world's most rapid will always be the most beautiful scenery, buried deepest is the most true feelings of those childhood. Every period of years, there are some forgettable past events, those days can never go back, but I have experienced the most beautiful time, such as a wisp of dark incense, infiltrated my entire childhood. I am sure that the long years spent as a child, in everyone's memory is a period of unchanging warm time, and these times are also stunning countless people happy childhood.
I think, if there is still a seat in the childhood tail list, I do not know how many people will be scrambling to pay the bill; if the original shares of the childhood on sale, I do not know how many people will pour money to collect shareholdings.
Childhood, like the passage of time, never to return, is never to return, I think, I can take away, but only a lost cloud, lonely heart. In fact, I would like to say is: not only the feelings of young girls is poetry, walking through half a hundred of me, recalling childhood will still be inexplicable to write this article, no matter what others think, I am still talking to myself, reasonable and unreasonable, through no matter. Beautiful memories, lost time, the most important thing is that the bottom of the heart is still warm, because at this time the mood, and at this time the memories, let me throw away the reality of the clamor, in the distant past to find a quiet and solid.
As time passes, the child's interest remains. If childhood is a poem, the poem celebrates the innocence and happiness of life; if childhood is like a dream, the dream is scattered with the footprints and footprints of the years. The childhood is not back, however, no matter how far I go, and where to go, my heart can never erase is still the memory of the childhood.
I can't go back to my childhood, I can't go back to my memories!