A beautiful essay about childhood, not a narrative 45

Childhood is a desirable thing that not everyone can get. I only define "childhood" as a "thing" rather than the concept of "time", because time in childhood is frozen. Many people may not know when their childhood ended.

Maybe one year, the school will stop holding activities on Children's Day, and your childhood will be over; These children are happy and they can walk into school. For those unfortunate children (poor or sick), childhood is nothing more than a helpless pain of time, slowly moving towards the habit of time or more despair. They don't have the concept of a child in their hearts, because the people around them don't define them with the concept of "child", and they are surrounded by only helpless strange looks, sympathy or contempt.

Childhood, not as pure as a child's heart (although today's children are also more precocious), it carries the background of a society. Children in small mountain villages, who grew up under the influence of their parents' diligence in childhood, formed a hard-working character, and also formed patience. The hardships of life have a deep imprint on their young hearts.

Their childhood life is vague, but impressive, vaguely fun, deep parents hunched over the backs of the fields, familiar calluses on the hands of parents, deep wrinkles on their faces.

I'm lucky and I want to thank my parents. The time of childhood is wonderful and worth remembering. Childhood depends on an era and reflects an era.

Our childhood was in an era of rise, in an era of openness, and our generation is a generation that never gives up, never keeps the old, and never closes off. We are lucky to be free and to be able to break through, thanks to the older generation. We should also let the older generation thank us, we are the generation that has risen independently.

I can't imagine that my childhood has left me, and my childhood has ended in the absence of boundaries between youth and youth. Childhood is over, and there is a sadness in my heart, but also a hope.

Laughter in the "Dog Cave".

After reading this topic, you may sigh "emotionally", oh my God, big brother, you still go to the dog cave to play. Hee-hee, if you think so, you're an idiot. Let me tell you slowly.

In my hometown, there was a cave, and the cave was so small that we had to bend over and climb into it like a dog. That's why we call it a "dog hole".

I remember the first time we went in, a few friends and I were holding a candle and then we were afraid to go to the "dog hole". Because it's the first time I've entered, I'm still a little scared!

At first, we walked very slowly, for fear that something like a rat or a snake might come at us, and in that case, we might have a nervous outbreak.

But after a while, we picked up our pace, because there were no accidents on the way. When everyone got bored, they started talking about their own stories. One of them told a ghost story, and we listened to it and we were all a little scared.

Suddenly, the candle went out, and then a cry was heard: "There are ghosts!" Then I heard a cry, a cry for help.

Suddenly, the candle came back on, and the bearer said, "I'm joking with you!" "Alas, this joke has made us miserable.

You see, some are covering their heads, some are covering their foreheads, and some are covering their feet, a "post-disaster" scene. When everyone saw this embarrassment, they all laughed in unison, and the laughter echoed in the hole.

Childhood is carefree, childhood is innocent, childhood is beautiful. But the same year was also short-lived. Alas, nostalgic for childhood!

I've been playing for a long time, remember to praise and praise me!!