In spring, a slide similar to a slide appeared on the sand pile. In summer, there was a kite freely in the fields, lying in the wheat fields in autumn, and in winter, there were snowmen piled in the snow in cotton jackets. On the occasion of the festival, I jumped up and down in the sand pit with my friends, watched the burning flames together, and hid in the high pile of wheat until I fell asleep, and I was not found. I picked up the firecrackers that had just been set off, and went home to take down the candy cage on the beam of the kang, and entered a dream under the sweet smell...
Memories are all beautiful, because most of the beautiful memories are plain, quiet, interesting, and a little boring carefree days in my childhood. The world at that time was always full of curiosity and yearning, hoping to have the life you want when you grow up.
Ideals are beautiful, reality is cruel. Life when you grow up is always beyond imagination, just like the whole world is against you, or like the whole world has abandoned you, so isolated, bored, and disliked. All worries surge into my heart, and naturally there is less smile and more sorrow. As a result, many changes have occurred in people's psychology. Some people strive for progress, some people go once and for all, some people go to extremes, and some people despise everything. No matter what your life is like now, the future will definitely develop in the direction you expect through hard work.
Time cannot be reversed, time cannot be reset, it will only keep moving forward, and society will keep running forward. Our efforts since childhood will not be wasted, they will come to you quietly inadvertently. No matter how beautiful the past is, it is already the past. No matter how helpless the present life is, everything will change. The future is worth looking forward to and full of beauty.
