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Childhood should not be forgotten, right! When I was young, I always wanted to grow up quickly and have a free life, but as I grew up, I missed the carefree childhood. 1. A golden childhood is happy, and recalling a golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candies, toys, laughter, and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, making people linger and yearn for it. The interesting events that happened in my childhood often brought me back to beautiful memories. 2. All in all, there are very few traces left by childhood, but fortunately there are beautiful memories that allow me to recall those unforgettable days. Childhood is really short, it's like a candy, making people miss its sweet taste. 3. Childhood is a joyful ocean. On the beach of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; There are brilliant and reminiscent childhood anecdotes. I am searching for the most beautiful seashells on the shores of memories, oh, I have found them! 4. I really don't understand the current world. I seem to have a little understanding of the kind of extraordinary expert I used to be. Poets and so on all like to live in seclusion, and I also really want to live in seclusion. Because the current society is really complex and chaotic. I'm really tired. scheme against each other. Born for money, died for money? Is it interesting? Just enough is enough. I'm really sorry for that kind of person. Why is life not as fulfilling as one's wishes? I was really childish when I was a child. Now I gradually understand. All of this. All of it. Zero Of The World. The root of all evil comes from one money, can't we live happily? Life is only a few decades long. Don't work so hard to earn money, okay? Stop and review the past. Think about now. Childhood is really wonderful/so pure. happy. No time. Worry free and innocent. 5. Childhood is the most brilliant color in memory. It's the colorful kite in my dad's hand, and it's the milky white milk my mom brought to my mouth. Childhood is the most beautiful sound in memory. It is a squeaky windmill bought at the temple fair, and it is a quacking duckling made by my grandfather himself. Childhood is a small stream flowing with joy; Childhood is a pleasant song; Childhood is my eternal memory. 6. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of my grandmother's bridge; Childhood is a bridge, following the path of the future; Childhood is the road that keeps us away from it. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds in the sky; Childhood is like clouds, turning into rain for the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing the newborn flowers; Childhood is a flower, accompanying me in the evening to see the sunset. 7. We took the opportunity to cause trouble and make small moves in the crowd. Sometimes it's just a matter of sneaking under an adult's pants. If the adult pulls back their legs, it's bad luck. That's really funny. My head got stuck, I was in a dilemma, waving my hands and legs, even more embarrassed than a flipping turtle. 8. When you, who has just graduated, stand in front of the primary school gate again, when you see the joyful smiles of the elementary school students streaming out, and when you hurriedly run away holding your friend's hand when tears are about to fall, you know that this school, which once filled all your memories for six years, will never be found again. 9. Memories slowly begin to erode reality, and the joy of early years flows in bit by bit. It makes me wonder where my unfamiliar and familiar companions were born, and how they are doing now? I want to say too much, but now I just want to ask, are you doing well? Do you still remember your childhood friend? 10. My childhood hometown, with slightly lower temperatures and more rainfall than now. Especially around the Loong Boat Festival, it will rain several times as usual. A few gentle breezes and showers, the mountains and fields were washed and washed into the appearance of a vast expanse of blue mountains and a plain like a carpet. 11. Pink wild morning glory blooms all over the ditches and fields, while herds of cattle and sheep roam the fertile grasslands, turning the hot summer into a poetic and picturesque atmosphere; After drinking enough rainwater, the wheat vigorously began to sprout, like boundless blue clouds covering the vast wilderness at the foot of the Great Wall. 12. With the crisp sound of a silver bell, it reminded me of my childhood life. At that time, I was childish, cute, lively, and my actions were also childish. Among the many stars, choose a bright one, it makes my memory still fresh. 13. How I miss the beautiful memories of childhood when everyone shouted and searched for insects in the grass together! 14. A golden childhood is happy, and recalling a golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candies, toys, laughter, and happiness. 15. Childhood is like a colorful dream, making people linger and yearn for it. The interesting events that happened in my childhood often brought me back to beautiful memories. 16. Children meet but don't know each other, smiling and asking where guests come from. 17. Childhood is a dream, dreaming of my grandmother's bridge; Childhood is a bridge, following the path of the future; Childhood is the road that keeps us away from it. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds in the sky; Childhood is like clouds, turning into rain for the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing the newborn flowers; Childhood is a flower, accompanying me in the evening to see the sunset. 18. We lift up the raindrops of childhood with our hearts together, and hold onto the wind of childhood with our hands. We wish our childhood life eternity in the fields of spring. 19. A golden childhood is happy, and recalling a golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candies, toys, laughter, and happiness. Childhood is like a colorful dream, making people linger and yearn for it. The interesting events that happened in my childhood often brought me back to beautiful memories. 20. The time interval is too long, so long that I have forgotten my first playmate. Time flies, where are my current companions busy in? Childhood is the most brilliant color in memory. It's the colorful kite in my dad's hand, and it's the milky white milk my mom brought to my mouth. Childhood is the most beautiful sound in memory. It is a squeaky windmill bought at the temple fair, and it is a quacking duckling made by my grandfather himself. Childhood is a small stream flowing with joy; Childhood is a pleasant song; Childhood is my eternal memory. 22. Childhood life is already too distant, but when recalled, it feels even more intimate. Distance adds charm to life, and space displays the distant longing. I reminisce deeply over and over again, forgetting and reminiscing, as if I have returned to my childhood. The ups and downs of childhood, the joys and sorrows of childhood, the laughter and joy of childhood, and the light footsteps of childhood occasionally permeate the sky in my mind. Yeah! If time could turn back, if time could stop, how wonderful it would be! So I can go back to the mouth of the Great Wall, where the small sand river surrounded by dreams is filled with childhood sweat and joy. That is my hometown full of childhood anecdotes! 23. Childhood dreams are in the countryside, and that beautiful countryside is our other home. In spring, when our parents plant rice seedlings in the fields, we stand by kneading clay figurines; In summer, our parents don't let us go into the water, so we pound cicadas in the countryside; In autumn, we are the happiest. The citrus fruits in our hometown are so sweet, and the rice and grass are waiting to be harvested. The sense of desolation has dissipated, and prosperity is everywhere. Autumn is a gift for you; In winter, there is no snowflake in the southern region, and we are all tightly wrapped. At this moment, we were not afraid of the severe cold. We held a few baskets and looked towards the countryside. The cold river water froze the fish and shrimp, and there were countless fish in the field ditch. With just a gentle scoop of the basket, those little things were caught! 24. Childhood dreams are a beautiful carousel in the eyes of urban children, but for me, they are just a luxury, a luxury that I dare not even think about. I was born in the countryside, but despite this, my childhood was still golden. Despite the storms and waves in my childhood, it was still picturesque! Childhood is a name full of dreams and colorful colors, and childhood life is even more unpredictable and colorful. Some childhood was happy and joyful. In my parents and elders, I smiled and said, "; Writing an essay is actually not difficult. I consider writing an essay as a joy in life. Writing is like my life, and I cannot lose it in my life& rdquo;26、 The pure white clouds are our joyful past, the abundance of the lake is our true emotions, and the air is filled with our sparkling laughter like dewdrops. Childhood is the cornerstone, laying the foundation for the future of life; Childhood is happiness, singing the music of life; Childhood is a coordinate that records the starting point of life. 28. In my childhood hometown, the temperature was slightly lower than it is now, but there was more rain than it is now. Especially around the Loong Boat Festival, it will rain several times as usual. A few gentle breezes and showers, the mountains and fields were washed and washed into the appearance of a vast expanse of blue mountains and a plain like a carpet. 29. Pink wild morning glory blooms all over the ditches and fields, while herds of cattle and sheep roam the fertile grasslands, turning the scorching summer into a poetic and picturesque atmosphere; After drinking enough rainwater, the wheat vigorously began to sprout, like boundless blue clouds covering the vast wilderness at the foot of the Great Wall. 30. Girls roam the mountains and fields picking various wild flowers, while we boys jump onto the backs of donkeys to chase after rabbits, with a momentum like that of Genghis Khan's Mongolian cavalry. More than thirty years have passed now, and the heroic spirit of the young man who leaped over the rivers and lakes to compete for the Central Plains is vividly remembered.
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