There is a ninth primary school in front of the community. Whenever get out of class is over, groups of children gather together, and there are more parents' teams. They can't wait for their children to fly into their arms like birds. What a warm picture. I envy them so much. The children tell their parents what they have learned from studying for a day, and the fatigue of the parents disappeared from seeing the happy smiling faces of the children. The street lights are about to be lit. People who are returning home in the evening, I hope you all have a good dream.
The children who returned home in the evening reminded me of the scene when I was a child. At that time, the rural primary school was in the back village. We often walked together, and our parents would not pick us up and drop off. I remember when we were going to and from school, there were groups of children on the wide road. They shouted and shouted. The cheerful voice could resonate several miles away. Because there was no one to restrain us, we often organized games while walking. Sometimes we ran to a corner to play, and forgot to go home to eat. The angry parents were not relieved. Most of the time, we were still obedient and went back on time. When we returned, we still had tasks. Sometimes we went to help our parents work in the fields, and sometimes we went to herd cattle. The time after school is the best. This is our free time. The environment was particularly good at that time, with abundant rainfall, clear river water, lush plants. I held the cattle rope and walked on the country road, smelling the strong grass atmosphere, and various migratory birds sang in the dense forest. Now some birds can no longer be seen. It is people's over-exploitation that makes them homeless and have to go to the distance to seek vitality. During the time of herding cattle, I often sit and chat with my beautiful sisters in the village at the bridgehead. Sometimes they would climb up the big willow tree by the pond and sleep, but they would not forget to use willow branches to make small hats for me. They also wore a cap on themselves. We were like natives in Africa. We played houses, played hide-and-seek, caught dragonflies, and caught frogs. The time was really long at that time and we couldn't finish it. If possible, I would like to go back to that time.
If there was no such colorful childhood, there would not be the obsession and sentimentality that we are today. The past is gone forever. Now I see these children, as if I saw my figure in the past, but the children in the city are not so free. They need their parents to pick them up and drop them off when they go to school. When they are controlled by teachers, when they are at home, they are restrained by parents, and they are completely unable to let go of their wings of freedom to fly and explore. No wonder, the city is fast pace and traffic, and they cannot raise their children freely like sheep like before. What a pity, they have missed too many beauty.
