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The swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are lighter; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. But childhood, how come that beautiful time is gone? The golden childhood is gone, leaving only sporadic memories.

When I knocked on the door of memory again and again, looking at the ** that had already been yellowed, the sun was shining, staring at the familiar face of memory, comparing the posture of "V", extremely naïve. When I held up the scattered fragments of sunlight with my hands, I found that the time of childhood had long been ruthlessly and silently taken away, and there was no return. crossed the origin of time, only to find that I had really grown up a lot ......

One by one, the ** confirms the footprints of my growth, and on the long road of growth, I have left one solid footprint after another......

I felt that time is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Flipping through the pages**, the joy of childhood seems to have returned to my heart. My eyes are fixed on that **.

It was a spring outing for my alma mater. Hangzhou Safari Park once left a childish laugh, but I can never go back to that time, it is so close to me, and so far away from me, that I can no longer catch it. Time flew away ...... just like that

I felt that my childhood was getting farther and farther away from me. I remember when I was six years old, I used to climb a small hillside with my brother and sister in the quiet of the night, sit on the gravel, listen to the frogs sing lullabies, and watch the fireflies dance in the night sky with lights. I also naughtily brought a few transparent plastic bags, followed my brothers and sisters to catch fireflies, every time I saw the naïve me holding a "glowing" plastic bag in my hand, the warm light illuminated my happy face, I always suspect that childhood has not left me, it will accompany me for ......a long time

I felt how pure and beautiful my childhood was. Whenever I see the dusty dolls in the cabinet, I always think of when I was a child, I couldn't do without them for a day, and I always regarded them as my little friends. After all, "play is the most legitimate behavior of children, and toys are children's angels".

However, after all, I have grown up and no longer need the company of dolls, and now I clearly feel that that toy era has long been far away from my ......

These growth footprints have left me, and with those times that have long been uncaptured have left me forever, the footprints of our growth belong to us, like a gust of wind, after the paper airplane flies off the horizon, we are thrown out of this world. Letting go of wayward tears, we begin to replace the dreams that once piled up with thick books. The bell rang in the distance, blurring the trajectory of growth.

The dolls and marionettes that once accompanied us have now been sealed into the long river by the dust of time, and dreams have begun to become ethereal ......

However, although my childhood is no longer there, at least the memories are still there; After the recollection, I will continue to set foot on the road of growth and print more growth footprints. I believe that innocence lasts forever, just as I believe in the reflection and likeness of all light and shadow, just as I believe that the trees and flowers are only from a tenacious seed ......in the ice and snow

Metamorphosis, I became a monkey.