Childhood memories 15 points small bonus .

Post-95s? That is, it is not yet 15 years old. Then I'm 2 times your age.

When I was my age as the landlord, I was supposed to be watching "Dinosaur Express", and when Ultraman started playing, MS, my interest had shifted to other types of anime.

I still watch anime, like it, I like it, and I need to be afraid of what others say? Then I like to watch Xiaoxin, Xiaomaruko, Aralei, cat and mouse or something, don't you want to be laughed to death by others? Actually, I think LZ is quite cute, I started to say "childhood" at a young age, and it's too early to start nostalgic now?

But the memories of childhood are really beautiful, so keep them.

Upstairs, it's not for you to write an essay.

I'm also looking for old animations to watch.,I always feel like I'm not interested in the current anime.,It seems that I'm already behind the times.。

In addition, I am more than ten years older than you, and the first Ultraman was put on when I was in the first grade of elementary school, and at that time there were only 6 channels on the TV, and the computer didn't know what it was.

Is this 0 0 the problem?

What about looking at Bump Man, even 22 are also watching, I personally like it.

I'm also watching- I'm still watching Kamen Rider, Sentai series. When I was a child, I liked to watch Shuke and Beta, Hulu Baby, the American version of the dinosaur team.

Now some of Ultraman's content is quite philosophical and good-looking.

Walk gently past your window My friend.

Look at the smile on your cheeks, my friend.

Open the childhood dreams and memories box.

You and I laugh and laugh.

Immersed in my childhood dreams.

Running in the fields, walking in the footsteps of childhood.

The sound of giggling laughter fills the childhood dream.

You and I have known each other.

It's fate. My childhood dreams have your whitewash.

Brighter, more beautiful, more innocent.

Walked through the dreams of childhood.

It's a pity that time has passed.

Never come back.

But the dream of memory is still in my heart.

Just ask for childhood dreams.

Forever in my heart.

A fun set of ** to experience the joy of childhood.

Childhood....It's just a matter of childhood....Let's stay in the heart....Ever tried to recall....But there are a few people who think the same way as you.

Please don't ask other non-magical or boring questions in the Magic Baby question section.

Thank you for your cooperation.

(* Hee-hee-hee.......)I won't tell you, and I don't know.

It's all you can think of.

Childhood memories.

Walking through the endless stream of streets, cars speeding past me, and no one on the busy street can be my heart partner, I can't help but think of my old house: my old house in a small village in the middle of nowhere.

What is childhood? It is the cicada in the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the shepherd's flute, and the hidden ....... of the partnerIn short, childhood is carefree and happy.

Whenever I vividly recall the anecdotes of my childhood, my face is always flushed with a rosy glow. After all, the past swirled in my heart like the sound of flowing water, and once it burst out, it was so gushing .......

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, my grandmother lived in the countryside, so there were many people there who rode horses from this village to that village, I was very envious of it, and I wanted to try riding a horse, but the horseback was too high, I couldn't go up, I was trying to go up, I happened to see my grandmother feeding the pigs, I thought the pigs were small, it was easy to go up, I saw my grandmother after feeding the pigs into the house, I went to the pig's nest, opened the door and went in and chose a pig to ride on and ran out, grandma saw it, I hurriedly ran out to call me, I saw my grandmother, and tried to make the pig stop, but she couldn't stop. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, and the cucumbers and persimmons in it. They were all trampled off by pigs, and I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree, and this time my grandmother caught the pig, and after driving the pig into the nest, my grandmother said that I was so naughty that even the pig dared to ride.

Another time was when I was seven years old, when I first learned to ride a bike. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mom and I rode our bikes to the square, where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, and the faster I rode, and suddenly I saw an adult coming from the front on a bicycle, because I was riding too fast, I couldn't brake the car, and I was about to crash, and my mother was calling me, and I thought:

If I hit it, I'll get hurt too, and I'm not very good at riding, so what if I turn around and fall? "I don't know what to do anymore. That's when I suddenly remembered:

Jump out of the car, it's going to be fine" I jumped out of the car, I wasn't hurt, but my car crashed into the guy.

Whenever I recall this, I always "giggle", laughing so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the haunting memories of the past have come back to life. I continue to think about the poetic years of my youth, the season of dreams.

I think that childhood is a tree without growth rings, which never grows old and never disappears.

When I was a child, I often returned to my grandmother's house, broke away from the reinforced concrete city, and came to the beautiful mountains. is my greatest expectation.

Memories of the bamboo forest. There are a lot of bamboos on the mountain, one by one straight, at that time I and my friends held the saw blade together, sawed bamboo together to play, at that time we were small, the strength was also small, it took a lot of effort to sawn one. Our bamboo is not like the bamboo in the city, which is as thick as a water pipe, and the bamboo we have there can't hold it with their hands. After sawing it off, we used a small stick to dig out the soft fluff in the middle of the bamboo and play, it was a good thing, and it was a great way to make a fire and cook!

The bamboo tube is used to catch tadpoles and play, put the small tadpoles in and raise them, and watch it slowly turn into a little frog, not to mention how fun it is.

Memories of the reservoir. The reservoir below the mountain is so big that you can't see the edge, so you can go to water, swimming, and fishing in the summer, and go ice skating in the winter. The method of fishing is different from that in the city, the city is waiting for the fish to be hooked, we are different, we use the hook to hook the fish, a flick of the rod in a closing rod, if the character is good, you may be able to hook the soft-shelled turtle! But sometimes the reservoir is still frightening, I heard that it was raining again, several people went to swim in the reservoir, one was choked by a big wave, one was afraid, and grabbed a person, this pull pulled the person into the water, and the person did not come up.

This kind of thing happens from time to time, so my grandmother often told me: "Don't look at you can water, but don't be careless, as the old saying goes, 'Whoever drowns knows water!'" Fire and water are ruthless, this is right!

In the blink of an eye, five or six years have passed, and everything is progressing and changing rapidly, but these colorful childhood dreams will never be changed.