Childhood memories always stay in the world of dolls. The fun of "Dancing Dolls and Bears" filled the whole childhood. I don't remember how many dolls were dismantled into one-eyed, but I remember that I always had them with me, waiting for the little swallows to fly in their flowery clothes in the spring. Childhood memories are as joyful as children's songs, with innocent children's voices singing innocent songs.
In the year after year, the swallows flew and flew in the back of the small schoolbag. I don't remember if I would have miscalculated 1 plus 1, but I still remember the song, "Little boy, carrying a schoolbag to school ......". In the song, the schoolbag became heavy, no longer running and jumping to school, but stepping steadily, step by step, the figure of the children's song has disappeared, ear is "flowers have told me how to walk through ......". That's the song of sweet dreams, with the hope in your heart, all the way. Growing up in the school ballads, youth began to sprout.
The road has gone farther and farther, the deeper the marks of the years, the deeper I have gone to metamorphosis. I'm not going to look at the sky innocently and ask whose eyes are flashing, but I'm going to listen to the melancholic blues, look through the sky, and wait for a meter of sunlight in the sky. I don't care what the lyrics are interpreting, but rather, I am mobilizing my own feelings along with the tunes. In the melancholy blues, contemplating life, perhaps also in the process of maturity.
The sun sets at dusk, perhaps not yet at the age of looking at the sunset memories, but still can not help but look at the reddish sky imagining the old music, imagining those accompanied by hobbling footsteps of the tune.
The age of the disk is still engraved, on the phonograph, the age of the disk rotating, memories of the song is singing, touching the traces of the age, listening to the age of the ancient song, continue to walk. The years are like a song, the song is like the years