Essay on how many flowers fall in a dream 5 to write about the beautiful past of childhood

On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that it is in the ......”

When I listened to the song "Childhood", I remembered an interesting incident when I was a child.

One afternoon in the summer when I was four years old, it was very hot. My mother took me to the street to buy a big round watermelon. When I got home, my mother had just put the watermelon on the table of the Eight Immortals, and I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "When will I eat watermelon?" ”

You little gluttonous cat, Dad is working in the fields, it must be very hot, when he comes back, we will eat together. Mom smiled and went into the stove room.

I stared at the watermelon, licked my lips, and argued with my mom for another time. But my mother just didn't agree, so I pouted and used my brain. After a while, I came up with a great idea.

At that time, I was short, not as tall as the Eight Immortals Table. So, I quietly moved the chair closer to the Eight Immortals Table, carefully climbed onto the chair, and gently pushed the watermelon with my small hand, and the watermelon slowly rolled towards the table. At this point, I hurriedly jumped out of my chair and shouted:

Mom, the watermelon is going to roll down! As soon as the words fell, before my mother walked out of the stove, the watermelon fell to the ground with a "pop" and fell into several petals. My mother picked up the watermelon and complained while telling me to eat a few pieces quickly.

I was so happy that I looked smug as I ate: Mom has been fooled. I peeked into my mother and saw that she didn't find any flaws.

So, I grinned.

What to laugh at? Mom asked curiously.

Watermelon is cold and sweet, so delicious! "I was mischievous. Actually, I know it best in my heart.

Looking back on it now, it's kind of funny.

How much do you know about the beautiful past.

The dream of childhood is a colorful river, the dream of childhood is a seven-colored road, the dream of childhood is a shining bridge, and the dream of childhood is a wonderful world.

I remember when I was a child, my brother and I loved to bully my sister the most, and every time it was my brother's "ghost idea" that made my younger sister cry. And we snickered gloatingly.

Once, during the Chinese New Year, the three of us played together again. Aunts, uncles, grandfathers, and grandmothers all gave us New Year's money. We are excited to open several large tickets!

My brother began to think about what to do with the money. My sister pulled out a few large tickets, looked at them with wide eyes, and said loudly, "It's too old!"

It's not pretty! I don't want it! "We listened and thought it was ridiculous.

I saw my brother's eyes rolling and thought: He's beating his sister's idea again! My brother took me aside and whispered to me

I have an idea, let's take a few dimes or two dimes, and if we want a new one, we will exchange big tickets with her! "I secretly admired my brother for coming up with such a bad idea. I'll just wait to see the show!

The elder brother took out a brand-new dime ticket from his pocket, and then took it to his sister and shook it. My sister's eyes followed the ticket. My sister couldn't help but say:

You give it to me, I want it. The elder brother took the opportunity to say, "I won't give it!"

Unless you give me something. My sister asked, "What is it?"

The elder brother said, "Give me the one in your hand." Without even thinking about it, my sister handed the fifty yuan bill to my brother.

The elder brother smiled and said, "Okay! I'll give it to you!

After getting the money, my brother squeezed his eyes at me, meaning that I should follow his example. My sister is just stupid, so I'm happy to swap it. My brother and I couldn't help but snicker.

Later, my grandmother somehow knew about it, and I hurriedly handed over the fifty yuan, but my brother just didn't pay it. After a few days, my grandmother forgot about it, and my brother got fifty yuan for nothing. I can't help but laugh when I think about it now.

We've all grown up and we'll never do anything stupid like that again.

In this world of free fantasy, there is something precious. Childlike innocence is a bird, feathers are beautiful, flying around in the embrace of the four seasons. Childhood is a stage of growth that everyone has, and in retrospect, childhood was so carefree.

In the blink of an eye, the time of the thirteenth grandmother passed quickly. Then all the purity, the worries, the joys, the sorrows....It's all that simple, and now I have to think about the good and the bad consequences of everything. In childhood, I always did things that had no head and tail, but in the eyes of adults, I was always so white and flawless.

And now there is too much to do, too many concerns, and to think about what others think about this matter.

A kind of admiration from the bottom of my heart, I don't feel sorry for my short childhood. Watching the girls in neat school uniforms and carrying school bags has become a necessity for themselves, rather than putting into an envious eye, and doing it in a spacious and bright classroom has become a common thing. Now we have lost too much of all the innocence of children.

A childish voice can make everyone laugh. And when we grow up, we have a lot less, and we are only a little more mature in the praise of others.

What we are pursuing is no longer those ordinary things. It is a good academic performance. It's that good hand, it's that kind of specialty. When I grew up, a kind of memory of childhood is that hazy taste, and sometimes your innocence can even make people feel like a kind of dress-up.

In fact, our burden is to believe in ourselves, so that we can truly feel the beauty brought by that childhood, the ...... of writing purity, innocence and naivety

Childhood ......Reverie about childhood, experience our lives now, and discover that maturity is not necessarily a bad!

He reads the game, fuck me hard and fuck the english, fuck the calf, fuck the calf.

Encounters, separations, and so on for an unknown number of times, when we were hurrying through the streets to an unknown destination, we suddenly found that we had forgotten who we were looking for.

Every time, I thought that the people around me were forever, but when I walked for a long time, I suddenly found that the people around me had already changed one after another.

used such a bright smile to hide the loneliness under the calm surface, but was beaten back to its original form by the boy's sudden words.

And then I knew you without warning, your smile that melted all snow and ice and made the sun ashamed of itself.

You say that the more you laugh, the more lonely people are.

We quickly rose to the point where we couldn't send ten text messages a day. To everyone's surprise, when we were characterized as "puppy love", our grades began to rise alternately.

It wasn't until I graduated that I finally cut off contact with you. I finally realized that when we were in elementary school, we didn't know what to like, but we just had a good feeling to snuggle up to each other and warm up to the cold ice in our hearts.

We accompanied each other, walked through the most unbearable and lonely period of youth, and buried each other's memories deep in our hearts. The most innocent and innocent time, but our liking is also the simplest. It's just that now, that simple liking is long gone.

So I got used to using words to record those good memories of the past, and record the thoughts of that simple like.

That special feeling that was unpredictable never happened again. Without the slightest preparation, I entered the age of teenagers and sprouts.

I thought about it, before the age of seventeen, I don't fall in love.

Until one day I saw that familiar number again and suddenly smiled. Hai, are you okay now?

We also longed for a vigorous youth so much, but in the end we understood that the storyline that only appears in ** is always the opposite of reality. After going through the past six years and going through the next ten years, we still have a long way to go.

After a long, long time, when we talked about the past again, our voices were calm. I think when I told him Happy New Year, I must have been happy in my heart, because we believe in the future, in the belief of tomorrow.

It was a beautiful memory for us, and it was our deepest blessing to each other.

Anyway, I still think of those things from time to time, and I think of that song, which we have been side by side under the phoenix tree for a long time:

I remember when I was young, I loved to talk and you loved to laugh. I don't know how to fall asleep, and I know how many flowers fall in my dreams.