Sometimes I envy my father, because he can bring back to me a scene from my childhood.
My mind sometimes flashes through bits and pieces of images. But I don't know what the predominant color would be if I were to paint a picture. The deepest impression left on me in my childhood was the balcony of my home. The balcony was so wide that you could reach out and touch the freshest green. When the sun was shining, I looked up at the sun as if it was caressing my face. I sang and danced, painted and played ball, that simple, no reason to be happy so strong that it seems to be in today's dream.
Middle school is no longer considered childhood, because we began to struggle for grades, but also for dreams and the future. I love my class, and we enjoy the joy of growing up together, learning together, and sharing each other's dreams.
I'm in sixth grade this year, and those wonderful memories of my childhood have been slightly dimmed by being forgotten for too long. When I re-string them, gently singing, as if a pleasant song.
In my childhood, what made me unforgettable was the time when my father and I played badminton during the summer vacation. The day just dawned, Dad led me from the basic serve, grip racket teach, to later teach me skills. When we started the official points, dad always hit the ball crooked on purpose, letting me run left and right. When it was my turn to serve, I also will deliberately hit the ball askew, the ball but gently a catch, rushed me to laugh, I was angry, and chased Dad to run all over the yard ...... yard came our laughter.
That was seven years ago.
I also wrote many moving songs in elementary school, six years ah, that section of the blossoming season, a variety of novelties dazzling, we together in class, play, activities ...... until the end of the school, our faces are still overflowing with sweet smiles.
That was also the second and third grade.
When I celebrated the birthday of my first classmate, I held the luscious gift in my hand. I scrutinized it carefully, it was the proof of our pure friendship, and the surfeit of candlelight, when it slowly lit up, I felt that there was also a light in my heart, slowly rising, it was the long light of our friendship.
When we began to struggle for results, for their own ideals, we have been in fifth grade, although the study is very intense, but I still have time to chat with a group of friends wildly, talk about life, talk about aspirations, talk about life, talk about the game, talk about learning tips ...... we share their happiness, at that time, we all have in mind A song that belongs to yourself.
I gently sang, that childhood song, that will never come to the song, that carefree song ...... I think, one day, I will recall today's song ...... In the haze, to give you a few sadness, a few melancholy, a few bitter, a few sweet and sour.
Whether it is the white clouds, green trees, blue sea, red sails, all melted into a gentle as a misty spring night.
Whether it is in the lake, the river, the peak of the summit, are singing a you pulse love deep pursuit of feelings.
Perhaps, that is a successful laughter, laughter but with childish frivolity.
Perhaps, it was a cup of bitter wine of failure, but the bitter flavor of the mature emotions brewed.
Perhaps, it was a dazzling wave, once bursting with the color of your life.
Perhaps it was a witty interlude that once gave you a moment of joy.
It's not necessary to go to that grove of trees to find your lost first kiss. If he or she has his or her own place, you silently wish for her or him.
You don't have to go to that house to avenge your old grudges of yesteryear, and if he is secretly repenting, you also quietly share for him.
What you have given, you do not have to expect to be paid for, perhaps you could have gotten a little more.
You don't have to be afraid of judgment if you've given before, maybe you're just a little more scarred.
Looking back, you must not be ghostly grudges, repentance and despair, life is a lonely cloud, throwing it has four seasons of the monsoon, even if it is the burning of the sunset, but also a little longitudinal that is dispersed. But just clouds of vapor sprinkled to the earth a few raindrops, why should not be left to regret yesterday, to death?
The past is like smoke, the past is like smoke ......
But the past, after all, more should belong to the twilight, that a touch of golden red twilight sunshine is certainly intoxicating, but in the star of the beginning has just dissolved into the light of the sky, you climbed to the top of the Iron Mountain, look at the round of the red sun that is spewing out, you will feel that tomorrow is how beautiful!
The years of growing up are like running water, coming and going in a hurry. Unconsciously, it is the time of the year of change again. In the side of each and every one of the same children, there are joy and trouble irrigate their growth.
Happiness and worry are always two inseparable souls, they shine on each other. Almost all people don't want troubles to stay around, they just want to be happy, thinking that without troubles, happiness will always be with them. Others think that there is no happiness in the world, that fate is always playing tricks on them, and that the worries that fill their minds prevent them from imagining what happiness looks like. But not so, the Creator created the two poles of things: light and darkness, black and white, good and evil ...... only happy and trouble together, can have a no regrets about the experience of growing up.
Growing up happy, miss it?
Hurry through the year, when the clock strikes zero, and grow up. Counting the happy things of the past year, at first I really can not remember. But if you think about it more carefully, you'll be able to see it. Yes, I can! It was fun to participate in the military training at school! The school organized an autumn excursion, and I had a great time! We also went to see a concert. It was so exciting! And Every time I do my homework, my speed is always twice as fast as other students, and I'm already reading an extracurricular book before anyone else finishes! And when the competition won awards; make new friends; holiday gifts received when ...... seriously think about it, so just one year, the growth of the record on the addition of so many bright and shiny stars. It's not the literary knowledge that can be learned from "the sea of learning" or the problem-solving ideas that can be comprehended in Olympic math, it's the joy that is as sweet as candy. There is also the stubbornness of the unconvinced, and mischievous rebellious, in the growth of the brightly catching up with the footsteps of growth, hold on to the bright years.
Thinking of it, I chuckled, and realized that the joy of growing up hadn't slipped away, but had been captured in my pocket. It's like being satisfied with candy, and you can't wait to get to your next destination.
The troubles of growing up, are they joys or sorrows?
Everything has its flaws, and it's these flaws that make it truly perfect, and it's the worries that make the otherwise colorful road of growth even more beautiful. Childhood memories, each of which makes us happy and touches us. Dolls, ice cream, merry-go-rounds, all these beautiful things will be left behind when we grow up. Suddenly, I woke up from my dream and cried for my mom. Mom said, "You've grown up, you have to be independent, you can't rely on others anymore. The partners around and grow up together, found that they increasingly do not understand, and often say bad things; teachers are not as concerned as before, but there are more and more do not understand ...... experienced a lot of fear, hate things, do not understand why there are so many people and against. The troubles of the countless, not all, but it is this trouble taught the happy can not give the knowledge: strong, understanding, tolerance ...... It is like a cup of tea, just tasted bitter, but the aftertaste is infinite.
The footsteps of growth continue, it can not turn back, and do not need to turn back. Only understand can not grow up for the second time, in order to properly go to grow up, live up to these years of years. Whether it is happy or troubled, all irrigated by the growth, are needed nutrition. The good old days
The wind blew, the leaves flew, you are that piece, I am this piece. The years have no trace, but in the heart of the carving mottled veins, each vein records a period of time. Pick up a piece of fallen leaves, through its mottled, the old days of all kinds of will emerge ......
Remember, that thing happened in the summer of a night.
That day online, the air was very hot and stuffy, only occasionally blowing a breeze. I asked my two sisters and cousin to play hide-and-seek at home. At that time, I don't know what happened, but the electricity was always off for a few hours every night. However, we didn't let it bother us, we were happy instead! Because the darkness became our paradise, so that we can go back and forth from it, hiding themselves.
We decided on a winner after some rock-paper-scissors-scissors guessing. First, my sister grabbed it first. In this dark room, it's harder than ever to catch someone, especially in a room with so many piles of stuff. We moved smartly and nimbly touching the darkness. Unexpectedly, my sister bumped into me as she was walking and caught me on the spot.
Then it was my turn, and I moved around in the dark. Walking, I suddenly tripped over a soft thing, I turned my head and touched it, "Huh? Why is there a thing here?" I said strangely. So I secretly lit a small candle to take a look, ha! It turned out to be the cousin, at this point, I was like a hungry tiger that had not eaten for three or four days, and immediately pounced on it, catching the cousin on the spot.
Hey, hey! It's the cousin's turn! This is going to be a good show, he's usually the clumsiest! I immediately climbed onto the table and watched my cousin's every move. After a while, I heard a thud, and my cousin tripped over a pile and fell on his face. After a while, he hit the wall and got a bruise on his nose. But he kept on catching, it was really miserable! Later, cousin didn't catch any of them, it was so stupid, haha! ......
Time rushes by, and now I realize that everything in the world is beautiful. It is without any historical record, the only thing is engraved in the heart.
Whenever I turn over the book of memory, some shining meteors will cross from my eyes, evoking my memories of the past.
When I was two years old, my father bought me a cute little rabbit, which was very pleasing to the eye, and kept hopping in the cage as if it wanted to come out to look for radishes to eat. I hurriedly took the radish and gave it to it, and the bunny ate it with great relish.
After a few days, the bunny suddenly stopped eating. I was very anxious, so I went to ask my dad. Dad said, "It's homesick, why don't we let it go back to nature." I was a little reluctant to let it go, but when I thought the bunny would miss its mom, I agreed.
In this way, we took the bunny into the wild and let it return to nature. The bunny always looked back at us, as if bidding us a fond farewell. We watched it disappear into the grass before we went home.
A few days later, it actually came back, and we sent it back the same way. This time the bunny didn't come back, and I thought, "It has found companionship."
What a wonderful memory, one I will treasure forever. In my little photo album, I have a funny picture. There is a little girl of five or six years old, standing on a mighty stone lion, crying, "bar-bar-bar-bar" tears falling down! This child was me when I was young. At that time, my father was working in an army in Beijing. One day, my mom and dad took me to Xijiao Park to play. An uncle, who was a colleague of my father, was a photography enthusiast and often took pictures for people. This time to the park, he hung a small and exquisite camera around his neck. To the park, we walk a shoot a, very happy. Later, we came to a lion. I looked up, heh, what a powerful lion! Sharp claws, round eyes, huge body, thick limbs, it opened a bloody mouth, really scary! I couldn't help but duck behind my mom, timidly glancing at the lion from time to time. Mom didn't notice my look and said with a smile, "Take a picture here!" She tried to carry me to the lion and I screamed, "No, no picture!" I desperately tried to get out of my mom's hands. "What's wrong?" Mom froze. "Lions are stone and don't bite." Dad, probably reading my mind, walked under the lion, patted the stone lion's spine, and said to me, "See, the lion didn't open its mouth to eat me!" I still refused to go. As if she was deliberately working against me, my mom insisted on carrying me to the stone lion. I was so scared that the hairs on my body stood up, and my parents laughed out loud when they saw this. The uncle also laughed his head off. I got angry and cried loudly. But they didn't worry at all and laughed even more. I was so angry that my chest rose and fell, my face burned, and I opened my feet to jump down. The uncle blinked, and suddenly pressed the shutter on me with a "click", and my funny face was captured in the camera. Now, whenever I see this picture, I can't help but laugh. Ah, how funny!