The wind chimes of the years woke up my sleeping memory, and the long lost feeling was aroused again. White clouds leisurely walk in the blue sky, and there is no lack of my childish laughter on the earth. Pinch a tender nameless wild flower and hum a nursery rhyme made up by myself. In the clumps of wild chrysanthemums, I sit on the ground and hold my cheeks with my hands to generate myriad reverie. Stepping on the soft grass, I fly a white kite, holding a beautiful vision, flying in the remote sky. However, the light wind can't restrain the flow, and the clouds can't take away my kite. The calm sky is my ideal palette. The kite flying in my childhood is flying higher and higher, and my childhood is gradually leaving me.

I had to wave goodbye to my childhood. When I was young, I looked forward to growing up, and when I grew up, I was afraid of growing up, but not afraid of growing up, I really grew up. Put the past into the picture frame to store wonderful childhood trivia. In the poetic and picturesque youth years, I am like a bud in bud, always weaving my own beautiful dreams. The days of growth are green, dreams are red, laughter is happy, crying is serious, and heart is sincere. Hope is as bright as the stars in the sky. Now I am walking in the flower season of life, savoring it carefully. This is a beautiful season, the sky is very broad, but there is a dream world wider than the sky in my heart. It's raining. I hold up my white umbrella and enjoy the gift of nature. At this time, I look forward to the misty rainy season, like smoke and dreams. How I want to get out of the world under the umbrella as soon as possible and go to the wind and rain; Go out of your parents' arms to welcome the society and taste life. Life is always waiting patiently for us to understand it. The feeling of growing up is looking for green fields, ready to sow the seeds of hope. On the crisscross roads, we often feel that there is no way to go and we are confused about life. We must be soberly aware that we are the master of our destiny and the helmsman of our soul.

Staring at life, it is very bright. Youth is a beautiful grassland, and the sunshine of life is so bright. After many ups and downs, we finally ushered in a poetic dawn. Yesterday passed away quietly with memories, today is in our hands, and tomorrow is shining bright looking forward to us.