Whoever has no sorrow in his childhood, who has not had a childhood

Everyone has their own childhood, some of them are carefree, some are eclipsed; Some of them rejoiced, while others were grief-stricken; Some of them are full of joy of life and good wishes, while others are full of hatred of life and disdain for ideals. In everyone's mind, the meaning of childhood is different, there are sorrows, joys, pains, and joys. But these are not childhood for today's children, in their eyes, only do what they want and spend money like dirt, it is called childhood.

Memories divided by time make up our past! When I keep looking for those unforgettable moments in my memory, childhood is undoubtedly one of the most important breakpoints. And what about my childhood?

I'm afraid my childhood has long been left behind in a corner of my time. The childhood in my heart has also been rising in the mountains of memory over time, I don't know when it has become a tall mountain, clouds and mist are entangled, covered with green shade, looking at it from afar, it shows a trace of mystery and haze, and the memory of childhood is becoming more and more blurred, just like an old and moldy **, although it can not be restored, but the taste of childhood, the freshness of childhood, and the happiness of childhood are unforgettable.

The childhood bed was the biggest, and you could always turn back and forth on it. The stars in my childhood were the smallest, and I always felt that the sky was far away from me. The winters of childhood were the warmest, always playing non-stop in the snow.

The river water of childhood was the clearest, and now the human heart is the most turbid. Life in childhood was simple and joyful, but nowadays?

In today's ordinary life, sometimes I will look at the sky blankly, sometimes I will quietly stare at nature for a long time, and sometimes I will feel inexplicably sad about the passage of time. I am always being swayed by the environment and mood, and more often I am struggling in the torrent of life, sometimes I will struggle to meet the current, but more often it seems to go with the flow. Maybe life doesn't have that many rapids at all, but it still flows flat.

There are always branches and aquatic plants floating by, fish swimming by, the rain stops and the rain falls, the sun rises and sets, and no matter how many things are just rushing by in life!

I want to swim out of the flowing water of life, go to the shore, look for the childlike innocence that was submerged in the torrent, look for the long-forgotten, a touch of childhood!

Childhood, every person has experienced it, it makes us feel happy, happy, and beautiful, it is like a gorgeous rainbow, left in our memory, standing in our hearts. Childhood was so beautiful, so unforgettable, but Alyosha's childhood was so sad, so - different.

Gorky's book "Childhood" is mainly about Alyosha. Pyshkov lost his father when he was three years old and was brought to his grandfather's house by his mother and grandmother. There, everyone was intriguing over property, and there were quarrels and fights everywhere, but only his grandmother took care of him and watched over him at all times.

When Alyosha was eleven years old, his mother died again, and his grandfather went bankrupt, so he was kicked out and went into society to earn a living independently.

Our childhood is so happy, "clothes to reach out, food to open the mouth", like the little emperor and princess at home, is the pearl of the parents' palms, holding it in the mouth for fear of melting, holding it in the palm of the hand for fear of breaking. We don't have to do any housework, we have enough food and clothing, we don't have any worries, and our parents don't beat and scold us at all. Sitting in a spacious and bright classroom every day, listening to the teacher's lectures; When you go home, there are big fish and big meat waiting for you to taste; No one dares to bully you, and we never need to worry about it.

Alyosha's childhood was very different from ours, he couldn't afford to go to school, he had to do a lot of work at home every day, and when necessary, he had to go out to earn money to support the family, without his parents by his side, and there was no honeypot hotbed. Alyosha does not feel warmth at home, and is discriminated against and harassed at school. Therefore, in Alyosha's heart, the emotion of love is gradually replaced by hatred of everything.

Due to a disagreement with his stepfather, Alyosha returned to his grandfather's house after leaving, and his grandfather was completely bankrupt by this time! Their lives are also becoming more and more difficult. In order to make ends meet, Alyosha worked with the neighbor's children after school to pick and sell scraps.

At the same time, I also felt friendship and compassion. But this has also attracted criticism from the school. He finished the third grade with honors and left the school classroom.

The intrigues and fights and quarrels of the family over the property, Alyosha saw it all in his eyes, and observed and understood the world around him with the eyes of a child. Let us see the image of a stubborn, sympathetic, and constantly pursuing teenager, the various problems he encountered in his formative years, and the various psychological tests he endured.

This book interprets the living conditions of the lower classes of the Russian people in the seventies and eighties of the 19th century through the life of Alyosha --- a growing child. In addition, it also presents a different one in front of our eyes - a tragic childhood.

On the way to growth, we have gained too much and lost too much. Some things will never appear again, the old time will not return, and we will never have a chance to do it again.

I like to look at the sky, look at the sky, feel good, and have a lot of reverie. The crimson sunset rendered the clouds on the horizon, the clouds outlined Phnom Penh, and the roofs of buildings in the distance became dreamlike. The clear blue sky was cloudless, like a big lid covering the earth, simple and unpretentious.

The pure white clouds are mischievous children, constantly changing shapes, allowing the wind to blow them apart and gather together.

I always want to remember every day of the sky, and it's always a blue patch in my camera. "Isn't it still that day? "That's what people ask me all the time.

But did they look closely? The winged clouds in the sky today may disappear tomorrow. There is no more sky like that day.

What I watched today, after it was over, there was no more.

I always keep a diary, even for dozens of minutes, just to jot down a trivial mood or an exam that makes me complain about it. If you take it out and look at it, you will yawn again and again, but it is just some unliterary notes. However, a few years later, when all this is forgotten, and you look back at what you thought back then, you have an unusual feeling, because you no longer have the feeling you had at that time.

If the same thing happens twice in a row in a week, the first time I will be surprised, and the second time I will be calm, and the old thoughts will never come up again. What I thought about today, if I don't write it down, it will never be again.

I have a nice digital watch, and the time changes from moment to moment. When I woke up, I found that June 13 had been shown to be June 14. Even if I try to adjust it and modify it, I still can't correct the facts.

Maybe yesterday and today I went to school as usual, but today is a day older than yesterday, and the so-called people cannot step into the same river with conjunctions. Day by day, month by month, tired is the time I can't go back.

No more naivety and naivety, no more youthful frivolity, no more worrying about exams, no more running for life, no more ......Am I growing up like this and growing old?

I think that the old women no longer have the face and heart of a girl, and they no longer have the spirit of adventure and hard work, but they have a contented and optimistic heart. I prefer to cherish every moment, cherish it before "never again", and only understand the value of what I have when I lose it.

There is no more childhood, no more naivety, no more yesterday, no more different sky ......I have deeply remembered the good things of the past ...... in my heart

Typing is not easy, such as satisfaction, hope.

It's not about how much pain your body endures

In fact, everyone's same year is the same, and there are bad and good in the same year.

Everyone has a childhood, and the anecdotes of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seaside, sparkling in the company of the sea, exuding colorful brilliance, and there are countless to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most memorable childhood anecdotes.

I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree in my yard that I had planted with me when I was born, and I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and every day I went to measure whether I had grown taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark.

Oh, my God! Am I growing upside down? I was so frightened that I hurriedly ran to ask my mother

Mom, why have all the other little girls grown taller, and how have I become shorter? My mother hurriedly put down the work around her, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?"

I hurriedly jumped out of the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed to her, saying, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I have carved it under the horizontal line that I carved before." As I spoke, I pointed to the two horizontal lines on the tree.

My mother listened to me, looked at the tree again, and after two minutes of silence, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up, tears came out, and she patted me on the head and said, "Fool, it's not that you're short, it's that the tree is tall, don't do such stupid things in the future." "It dawned on me that it wasn't that I was shorter, but that the tree was ...... taller