Looking out the window at the big thick pole tree, can not help but fall into deep thought. Gradually felt that my childhood slowly eroded by time, the remaining remnants of the glory, so that I recall the old locked days, but also let my childhood and the tree together, divided into three parts. Roots, stems and leaves.
When I took the first step into my childhood, I always wanted to grow up quickly. At that time, I didn't know anything, I just wanted to be an adult, to work, to go to work, to make money back to mom and dad, maybe because they loved me too much. When I was in first grade, I wasn't used to school life. I didn't like my classmates. And the teachers. I didn't like the classroom door that was twice as tall as I was. I felt like they were laughing at me, at my appearance, at my height, at my ...... Overall, school was like a prison, the classroom was like a mossy cell, and the classroom door, which I couldn't reach with my hand up, was like a black railing. I was afraid of it all, so this happened.
One morning, I had no choice but to come to the "prison". It took me a while to get to class, and everyone was sitting in their seats. It was as if God was always against me, why was the period so long, I was looking forward to the end of the class. Classes were over, classes were over, but instead, after waiting for a long time, I finally got fed up and opened my voice and shouted, "Mom, I'm out of here! "I'm outta here," I said, with a little huff. Hundreds of eyes stared at me, a scene I still remember. I smelled a damp odor, the air was covered with cries, I heard the teacher's footsteps, slowly approaching, closer and closer, I felt an itch on my head, as if a thousand insects crawling up.
The footsteps stopped, and the teacher stopped beside me. A man laughed, but the sound soon faded. I thought the laughter was blocking the teacher's gaze, and I glanced at the student.
"Don't you want to be an adult and make money for mom and dad?" "You do not study, how to make money" I still did not move, I was silent for a moment, his words are quite reasonable, the crying disappeared, I wiped my tears with a thick finger. Nodded. A genuine smile appeared on the teacher's lips. The whole class laughed, and I laughed too. It was the day I learned about the love of a teacher, and it gave me the confidence to take a big step into my childhood, to put my roots more firmly into the moist soil.
By the third grade, I had matured a lot, realized a lot of things I couldn't do, and loved school even more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and the classroom door which is almost as tall as I am, I have a special feeling for it, it is my home, where I made a schoolmate, who is like a teacher and patiently helps me when I have a problem in the work class. However, he loved to play pranks, and he went too far. Here's a story about him
"The summer heat is killing me." "I agree, it's true." He and I were walking to and from school, and we were like food in an oven in the face of this awful weather. "I can't help it" he said, gritting his teeth and kicking an empty soda can five meters away. And with a bang, he was at a cold-drink store, grabbed a soda, and was gone. I couldn't hear what he was saying to the owner, who then called me over.
The owner stretched out his greedy, fat palm as if to remind me of something, and I knew he was imploring me to give him money. I looked around and saw no sign of my classmate, and an ominous feeling invaded my brain, as if a huge wave was crashing down on me.
"Six dollars, please," the owner said very gently. I didn't dare to speak for fear that his next words would be madness.
I was feeling lighter and lighter, and the unchanging look on the boss's face made me even more afraid
"Huh, why is my pocket rich?
"Ah yes, this kid tricked me again, no wonder I felt that way just now.
I pulled the money out and handed it to the obese owner.
I really wanted to beat him up a ton.
Of course, I was now thirsty and tired. The stretch home was as exhausting as a 10,000 mile walk. Hey, what's the point, better to blame myself for being stupid.
That's it, I just touched my friend, and I know it's not an easy term, I'll have to be more intimate with it in the future. The stem part of the tree came to an end
Time is so fast, I'm already a sixth-grader, I especially like to look at the birds, watching their return, the class door, I'm taller than him, this is the reason for the boredom of it.
Then look at the mossy walls, the short classroom door, the amiable students. Thinking about the old days, I think everything has changed. It's changed.
This is the preciousness of friendship
That night, the school seemed extraordinarily quiet, with one or two occasional cries of birds, and in our dormitory, all of us went to sleep.
"Yikes" I cried out, and woke up from my dream, and then my stomach hurt as if I had been kicked hard.
Another student woke up too, probably because of me. I struggled to get out of bed, ready to go to the infirmary. A hand reached out and held me. "Whoa," I screamed, "shh, don't make a sound." I looked at him, but he really scared me. I rubbed my paralyzed hands together, and he took me by the hand and headed to the infirmary.
At the infirmary, he asked me about my condition and helped me get medicine. On the way back, he helped me all the way to the dormitory.
I slept in my bed and thought about a lot of things, I finally really know friendship, understand the meaning of this term. I couldn't hold back the salty teardrops and let them roll down my cheeks.
My time with my classmates was not much longer, looking at the return of the birds, thinking. Childhood has come to an end, the leaves withered, the story of the withered tree is how wonderful, how brilliant. So what? It's already dead. In the end, no one will know, disappeared in the misty rain.
My neighbor's music interrupted my thoughts and I was awakened, "The day of the rush, too soon to be gone, childhood floated by, the day of the rush, too soon to be gone, childhood floated by ......
Here's a poem. ......
Childhood is a book with crooked fonts,
Childhood is a font, neatly written with a pen,
Childhood is a pen, wrongly written can be erased with an eraser,
Childhood is an eraser, cannot erase the good memories of yesteryear.
In the era of war, childhood is a luxury,
In the era of poverty, childhood is rare,
In the era of food and clothing, childhood is popular,
In the era of prosperity, childhood is indispensable.
The rainbow in the sky,
is the embodiment of childhood,
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple,
childhood are indispensable.
Farewell to childhood
People say, "There is always a period of unforgettable years in the network of life, no matter whether it is despondent or confused, always had."
When the east turned white, still renewing the night's dream. I was in a trance, and suddenly I felt that my organs were boiling - it seemed that I was going to lose something. However, it is clear that what will be lost is the last day of this "particularly memorable years", and even a childhood.
Everyone knows that this day will come eventually. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it. Looking back at myself in the mirror, it seems to have grown up a cut, still clearly remember the hours when I was walking, climbed up and fell down, fell down and climbed up on the face of the tears weeping look, how ridiculous!
When playing bare bottom, partners send a box of sugar as a birthday gift, but also safe and sound locked into their own treasure box to go, has not been remembered and can not afford to eat, collectively maintained like God until the moldy chagrin and heartache as if a sense of righteousness and severity. Probably too young to know what can be grasped in the world. But big, at least now, all this is no longer in the heart. It is the big children have their own new pursuit, the envy of the world, figure out the grace between each other is not a small grace pagoda can be locked?
In the moment of thinking, another layer of scenes in the mind: parents for the baffled pain, surprise, anger and trembling back, all of a sudden seems to be clear that he did something wrong, but all of a sudden by the trembling in front of the eyes of the ground by engulfing ...... this kind of loss after the exhilaration, exhilaration after the loss of I do not know if I want to continue in the future. I don't know if it will continue in the future. I certainly hope that the answer is a "no", but I do not know whether the natural strange temper can be tolerated?
I vaguely feel that I am still in the remnants of the dream, but I no longer dream of those scattered things, but the fragrance is simple and refreshing. I dreamed of the arrival of spring, and then the arrival of summer, followed by the rich autumn night, frost sprinkled winter night, but also dreamed of the blue lake, pure green grassland and cattle and horses look back and through the eyes after the expectation of ...... However, dreaming dreaming but more and more uncomfortable, the dream also gradually stopped, probably already realized that the day is more and more bright it. Although there is still the residual heat of the parents in the palm of the hand, however, everything has passed, and everything new has taken over.
"The network of life is always a particularly memorable years, no matter whether it is despair or confusion also, always had." People say.
Childhood fun
Childhood is colorful, childhood is happy, childhood is like a cradle. Whenever I think of it, I can't help but laugh out loud.
At that time, I was so young and ignorant that I loved to follow what others did. Every time I saw my mother from the door in the makeup, in the self-appreciation, the heart of a wave of envy came to life. It so happened that one time my mom had to go to work and I was the only one at home. I was bored at home and wanted to find something to do. Suddenly, "Woof, woof, woof", my dog was barking. Let's play with the dog. We were having a great time, "Woof woof woof," and the puppy's bright eyes looked at me as if he liked me very much. Suddenly, my mom's makeup came into view. Makeup? Mom's not home, so I'll just ...... it! I'm going to use cosmetics to learn how to put on my mom's makeup, it must be fun. "Woof woof" puppy seems to want to make up oh. "Puppy come on, I'll help you make up." I was ecstatic. But the puppy didn't seem very willing. I grabbed the puppy and tried to make it up. At first, it was quite obedient, but soon, it tossed and turned, teeth and claws. But I didn't give up, and used lipstick to try to help it ...... I didn't know what lipstick could do yet, so I haphazardly applied a circle outside the puppy's eyes, and used smoky grease to paint in its little face. Awww, that's cute! The puppy got tired of playing with it, it didn't want me to put makeup on it, struggled badly, and slunk away. Cowardly, not even for something so much fun. I look at the mirror, do not ground with drawing eyebrows to ...... I think I look good. Chubby little face with two red face dun, that eyebrows thick, who intention gradually gathered to me, I fell asleep ......
The next morning, "puppy, how do you become a big flower face ah?" Early in the morning, my mom's shout came into my ears. With curiosity I rubbed my sleepy eyes to see what was going on. "Who made it look like this!" Mom said again. "Li, you woke up, look at the puppy ......? Before the words were out of my mouth, mom haha beat off." How did you, how did you, like this? Did you go clowning last night? You see the puppy also followed you to perform." What's mom talking about? I don't know what she's talking about. l looked in the mirror, and it seemed to make sense. Because I didn't even recognize the girl in the mirror. Ha ha, I also laughed ......
Childhood is full of fun, the laughter often drill as my heart. How can this incident not make me unforgettable? How could it not make me laugh?
There was once a song called "Childhood". I love this song because of its lyrics, because of its tune, are so lively and lighthearted, give a person back to the feeling of childhood.
In the world, there are always a lot of people who long for time to go back to their innocent childhood; on the contrary, there are also a lot of people who long for maturity and the adult world. The former are often middle-aged people who are already over 40 years old, while the latter are those who are underage and in the flower season of the teenage girls.
There is a young girl in her second year of school who longs for the mature "adult" world. There is a lot of envy, and so she throws away her age and dives headfirst into the adult world. She began to imitate the way adults dress, move, sound, and even their every move, and she spent a lot of time practicing. She cut off her long, thin braid without hesitation, and replaced it with a stylish hairstyle that she had permed and dyed over the course of a day. She changed out of her simple, plain clothes and put on fashionable clothes that she had found through her weekend trips to various small stores. She took off the brightly colored red scarf around her neck and put on a variety of necklaces and jewelry that were worth their weight in gold and silver. She took off her smooth skin and replaced it with a variety of foundations, eye shadows, blushes ......
You can imagine how this young girl's hair will be greasy by the time she reaches 30, how her clothes will be "sophisticated," how her neck will be rough, and how her skin will be dry. The skin will be so dry. But the young woman had forgotten this. Before she turned thirty, she was complaining about her hair, which she had permed and dyed many times, her overstuffed but worthless closet, her fancy jewelry, and her "pitted" skin. And even more dissatisfied, or her early loss of childish innocence.
Girls, do not prematurely pursue the so-called mature "adult" world. Because of this, you will at the same time early to lose their precious innocence and youth. And all of this, until you really mature, to slowly realize, but then, you only regret the part.
In another corner of the world, there is also a girl with the same experience as the above girl, however, this girl is better than her. She found in time, they lost the most valuable child, so she learned to cherish that a still exists in the innocence. She stopped chasing after "maturity" and began to protect everything about herself, including her innocence. After a year of recovery, she finally found her own innocence. Yes, this girl was lucky that she found it in time, but, naturally, she lost almost two years of her youth and ego.
Our youth, in fact, is so not durable. And very easily, we will lose our own childish innocence, replaced by so much of the color of maturity. However, after the discovery, we also have to feel lucky that our innocence still exists, and double the effort to cherish it, cherish our innocence.
Teenage girls, please cherish your childhood and that rare innocence only once.
"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, joyful songs; childhood footprints a string; childhood stories a stack of stacks." Does this song bring back memories of your wonderful childhood? Many things happened in those colorful years, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, there are many things to remember ......
From the time I can remember, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, as soon as there is time I went to my great-aunt's class to see the chicks, I do not know how long, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hens laid eggs, the eggs are going to hatch out the chicks, 21 days later, the smell of the sound can be Listen to a chick's cry, see this situation, hear this sound. I feel so sorry for the chicks, to help them when the hen and the rooster are not at home. The opportunity, finally came ......
That day, the hen went to find food for the little chicks, and the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. Taking advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world." Said, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, a with residual heat, not open eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I come to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" the snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this." After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens. Sure enough, the ones I had just delivered were dying, while the ones I hadn't delivered were alive. I regretted it, but it was too late ......
While it was a long time ago, although I was still young and ignorant, but this incident has always spurred me on, let me go forward, never backward.
Childhood is a sea of joy. In the sea of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; some brilliant, reminding people of childhood fun. I was on that shore of memories, searching for the most beautiful shells, ah, found ......
At that time, I was only six years old, is the age of obsession with having a birthday. I like to have a birthday, because I will eat a big cake, and that time, a funny thing happened:
Busy all morning, I can finally eat the long-awaited cake! Look, the cake was big and round, covered with pure white cream, and piled with all kinds of cream flowers, as if smiling at me, lovely! The cake had "Happy Birthday" written on it in red jam. With the candlelight, the cake was so mouth-watering! I couldn't wait to eat it.
Finally, it's here! A large piece of cake was in my hands. I took a big bite, ah, it was really delicious! Sister suddenly laughed, this laugh makes me puzzled, a look in the mirror, heh, I rubbed a piece of cream on the nose, living like a clown! I couldn't help but laugh myself. Sister does not like to eat cream, is thinking about what to do, suddenly saw the cream on my nose, eyes bright, smiling, said "sister, come here!" I didn't even think about it and took a big step over. My sister told me to sit down, and she brought me a plate with my favorite cream on it. I thought she was going to give it to me and opened my mouth wide. "Splat", a cool piece of something stuck to my head, then my face, my chin, I knew it was cream, so I stuck my tongue out to lick it, but I heard a loud laugh. Went to the mirror and ha! In the mirror appeared a little fancy cat! My face was covered in cream, in one piece and in the other. My face was painted like a Peking Opera face paint by this "high class" cosmetic. No, the color of Peking Opera face is not so single, pure white cream in the mirror looks like a kitten's fur, I licked the cream, why not like a greedy cat! I laughed, too, and couldn't catch my breath. I, in a flash, turned into a greedy kitten!
Childhood anecdotes, pieces are like a colorful shell, these colorful shells, holding up my colorful childhood!
Hourly I am especially naughty and mischievous, the following I will tell you about my childhood a funny thing.
Remember once home, I saw my father is lying in bed asleep, so my little head suddenly came up with a "bad" idea, is to paint "face", of course, not on paper, but ----- in the face of my father, painting. I first find out the pigment, pen and water, and then I carefully painted a big "king" word on the forehead of my father, and then use the yellow color of the earth in the face of my father around a bunch of golden spots, so that it is a tiger full of might, after the painting I was happy for my own "masterpiece" and also for my father. After the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece" and sorry for my dad's face because it was a pity that my dad's beautiful face was painted like this. I am happy to look at their own "masterpiece" when, suddenly dad woke up, looking at his face, I laughed loudly, dad looked at me inexplicably, when he saw the watercolor paint and water all over the place, looking at me that do not mean to laugh, dad rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, when he found his face, has been painted by me into a line. When he found his face had been painted by me into a road, he did not care about the face of watercolor paint, he flew into the house, grabbed me is a beating, beat me is cooing and screaming, although this incident has been a long time past; but I still remember it vividly.
You see! I was so naughty when I was young! Until now I think of it all feel funny!
Everyone's childhood there are many interesting things, of course, I am no exception, the following I will tell you about an interesting thing in my childhood.
It was a hot summer day when I was playing at my grandma's house, which is in the countryside, and she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, "Why are they like this, they go out without me. I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop to see what the chickens were doing. Just as I entered, I heard a "bang" and a hen laid an egg. I touched the egg curiously, it was hot and wet. A thought came to me. I thought, chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the coop must be laying, let's dig out the eggs, grandma came back and saw so many eggs, won't praise me, maybe even reward me, right dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I don't care how, grabbed a chicken to pull out, the chicken seems to know its own destiny as if, vigorously flapped its wings, want to escape, I'm, dead grasp of the chicken claws do not let go, to see whether it is powerful or I'm powerful, pulling out half a day did not pull it out, what's going on, how to pull out, difficult to pull out, is it my reward is gone? I don't believe it, this one can't pull out in pulling out another one, I casually throw the chicken, and go to catch other chickens, those chickens see me coming, one by one, jumping up and down, as if the mouse sees the cat, pulling legs and run, I, I don't let go, one by one, go to catch the chicken, this is not, not even half an hour, I'm about to turn into the chicken hair people. It was not easy to catch a chicken, I got on the hand to pull out, pulling out the chicken "ow" screaming, and did not pull out, and then grabbed a ...... pulling out this chicken straight foam, I also ...... grandma! They came back, saw my mess, can not help but laugh, asked the reason, not only did not praise me, but also trained me a meal, and later, I realized that in addition to the hen in the chicken coop, the rest are all roosters.
This is an interesting incident in my childhood, which is not only fun, but also reminds me that I should never do bad things with good intentions, because I can't steal chickens without picking up rice.
Childhood is seven colors, is enthusiastic, lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, that childhood anecdotes are like this?
I am a girl in the north, hourly I like to play in the ice and snow, snowball fights, pile snowman. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snow falls from the sky, one by one, a cluster, like silver flowers, like white butterflies. Looking between heaven and earth, the only thing you can see are snowflakes, like petals blowing to the ground, fluttering in succession; like the seven fairies scattering flowers, fluttering in the sky. People standing in the snow, like squatting in the gin, only to see countless cotton wool flowers whisked to you, to give you a cover of white flowers.
When I got up in the morning, the wind settled and the snow stopped. When I opened the door, a cold white light pierced my eyes. So my brother, cousin and I picked up a shovel and piled up a snowman in the yard, white body, round head, cinder blocks for black eyes, cotton pinched nose, and upward! Cousin painted the snowman's mouth with red ink, and it was grinning and laughing at us! My brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman became much more graceful! After the snowman was built, there was another big battle. My cousin threw a good snowball and attacked me when I wasn't looking, but luckily I missed. When I counterattacked my cousin, he had already been hit by my brother's snowball, which opened up a picture on top of his head, which filled the yard with laughter. Cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball and attacked his brother, after one attack after another the laughter in the yard became even louder.
Childhood is so much fun! Childhood anecdotes bring me joy, childhood is so good.
Childhood anecdotes
Childhood is colorful, like the beautiful seashells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like the wave dolls all day long heckling; childhood is innocent and sweet, like a mountain stream in the clear spring water. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but think of a funny thing.
I remember that I was four or five years old, once, Grandma gave me and Ju Ju each a grain of high-grade milk candy that makes people drool at first sight, which can be our two "little greedy cat" to the bad, really happy.
The two of us couldn't bear to eat it. I said, "Let's eat it, okay?" "Yes, let's eat it together!" Juju agreed. I was quick on my feet and unwrapped it in two sittings, I took out the candy and stretched my neck to see Ju Ju's. I took one look at her candy and got anxious:
"Yours is bigger than mine!"
"Where? Mine's missing a bit here!"
"Hmph, mine dissolved!"
"Yours is rich in color and milk!"
"......"
We argued and argued to no avail, both feeling at a disadvantage. But as soon as we said we were going to switch, we turned around in a hurry, and no one wanted to. We started eating the candy, "1, 2, 3!" and we ate it together. Wow! It was so sweet, fresh and flavorful! After eating for a while, I said, "Take it out and see if you're bigger or I am!" "Yes!" Juju said, sticking out the candy on the tip of her tongue like a pug. When I saw it, I also stuck out my tongue like her, but she said she couldn't see it clearly, so I had to put the candy on the tip of my tongue, with half of it on the outside, and tried my best to stick my tongue outward. At this time, just a small dog to my feet, I can not dodge, the sugar on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground, it is really no coincidence, my whole body forward, my right foot right on the sugar, alas, how to do? When it was too late, it was too soon, I didn't have time to come back to my senses, and my foot had already stepped on the "baby". I was so angry and furious: "You stinking dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" I aimed my foot at the dog's stomach, and the dog fled in fear. I lifted up my foot, broke off the sugar stuck on the sole with my hand, looked left and right, and couldn't throw it away. "Throw it away, do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically. I rubbed my two sticky candy-covered hands involuntarily, and my two eyes stared at Ju Ju's mouth, that is, let me look at the milk candy or not. I kept gagging, wishing she would spit out the candy and bite half of it for me. I couldn't look at it anymore, I just felt my nose sour, and my tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat ...... sugar ...... I want to eat... ...Sugar ......"
Now, the old man of time has come and taken away childhood in a hurry. I wouldn't be as catty as I used to be for a grain of sugar, much less cry. Thanks to the old man of time, because he compiled the childhood into a book of the purest, truest and most beautiful printed in our hearts.
In the ocean, I am a grain of sand.
I, hidden in a sea of people. I have neither a soft body, nor bright eyes, but I have an enterprising heart, a watery dream, a lofty ideal, I firmly believe that the belly has poetry.
I, unwilling to go with the flow. In the "unchosen road" Frost had written: "yellow woods divided into two roads, but unfortunately I can not go at the same time to wade." "And I chose the less traveled one, which henceforth determined the path of my life." By only melting into the masses I became solidly ordinary. I am unwilling to go down the same old vulgar path of others and live the same vulgar life as others. While stealing glances at others, I deny myself.
I am not willing to go with the flow. In "The Road Not Chosen" Frost had written, "The yellow woods divide into two paths, but unfortunately I can't go wading through them at the same time." "And I chose the less traveled one, which henceforth determined the path of my life." By only melting into the masses I became solidly ordinary. I am unwilling to go down the same old vulgar path of others and live the same vulgar life as others. While stealing glances at others, I deny myself.
I, humor and tolerance. I never like to see others full of anger, I think the others laugh is the world's most beautiful scenery. So every day, I become a happy fruit, as much as possible to bring them joy. "Wider than the earth is the ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, wider than the sky is the human heart." Tolerance makes the narrow mind to accommodate a hundred rivers, so I treat the faults of others, I all pay a smile.
I, to be myself. Old Mr. Qi Baishi once said; "learn from me to live, like me to die." Can't walk out of the frame of the predecessor, naturally there will not be their own heaven and earth. When the popular bubble novels, I feel then in the waste of time, when the popular network game, I feel that is in the waste of youth. To be yourself, see the real me, take out twelve points of confidence, tell yourself: "I am me, why with him the same?!" Throw away those artificial flashy carvings, light up their own trump cards, the pursuit of their own personality, do my own, the best!
I, positive and progressive. Little I am a grain of sand, but not willing to lag behind, a life of mediocrity. I would like to be the chief of life, do a grain of immortal pearl tears. The road is long, I will be up and down. I aspire toward the tower of art, the top of culture, the cause of the building, the edge of the celebration, not to live up to this flourishing era, leaving a line of solid and steady footprints, the beauty and love sprinkled on earth ......