Remembering childhood again 20, remembering childhood again

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When I think back to my childhood, there are many things that make me happy and leave me good memories, such as the drinks I drank when I was a child, but many of the drinks I drank when I was a child have gradually disappeared and can only become a good memory in my heart.

The first drink that impressed me was a drink in a beer bottle when I was a child, the name should be called Little Champagne, although this drink sounds like a kind of nine, but in fact it is not nine, it is a sweet drink, but there will be foam similar to champagne, whenever the Chinese New Year or the whole family gathering, my dad will always go to the nearby store to buy two bottles of beer, plus two bottles of small champagne, the beer is his own drink, and the little champagne drink is what my mother and I drank, in my childhoodWhen I was able to drink a small champagne drink, it was a great joy and happiness for me, but this drink has been rare since I was in junior high school.

There is also a drink similar to small champagne, called prickly pear dew, which is also packed in similar beer bottles, I remember that this drink should be a bottle of five dimes, different from small champagne, this drink only has sweetness, but there is no foam, but this drink disappeared earlier than small champagne, I have the impression that this drink can no longer be drunk after I was ten years old, although later I drank the drink packaging more and more exquisite, the taste is more and more rich, but I think of the two drinks that have disappeared when I was a child, My heart is still full of nostalgia, after all, it represents the best memories of my past and the happiest time of my childhood.

Childhood memories.

I sat in the yard reading a book and the children played on the grass. They used a small shovel to dig out a lot of grass roots, piled them on a plate, and then said, "It's time to eat," but Chunchun didn't eat anyone, just made a few gestures with his hands and ate it.

I recall that one of the years in which I envied my lonely childhood wandering life was particularly difficult. I wandered into the wilderness and lived by digging and eating wild vegetables every day. Sometimes I want to dig more, I dig ten fingers and I don't know, the blood keeps oozing out and dyes the wild vegetables I dug up, I don't know why the wild vegetables that day tasted so good, and now I remember that it was the smell of salt in the blood.

A passer-by saw me digging wild vegetables and laughed and said, "What a strong little girl, you will definitely be happy in the future, dig hard!" "I was dismissive of him and didn't feel the need to be angry with this kind of person.

I was just thinking, "I'm going to be very happy in the future." "Because I don't feel how bad I'm doing now.

A few days later, I saw the man's body lying behind a haystack, apparently starved to death. I was eight years old.

Now I think about it, I am surprised, how I survived in the first place, is that little girl digging wild vegetables really me. I looked at my child, and then at my fingers, and a strange sweetness welled up in my heart.

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Having a carefree childhood is our fondest memory.

In that barren corner, overgrown with weeds, dead trees, and small insects crawling in between, even the wildflowers were afraid to walk.

But once upon a time, it was my paradise. The grass is there for dates, the flowers are there, and the bees and butterflies are charming.

I spent most of my childhood there, where the joyful laughter of a group of children rippled there.