Time is too thin, the gaps between fingers are too wide, and in a daze, decades pass. I can't stop, I can't get up, and the years are creeping up my cheeks. I remember when I was a kid, I never ate hamburgers or KFC or played with mobile phones and computers.

Time is too thin, the gaps between fingers are too wide, and in a blur, decades pass. I can't stop, I can't get up, and the years are creeping up my cheeks.

I remember that when I was a kid, I never ate hamburgers KFC or played with mobile phones and computers. No work pressure, no life burden, no sorrow and worry. We are like a piece of white paper, simple and pure, waiting for time to write.

In spring, we transform into flower-picking thieves and willow-picking generals. Those unknown little flowers on the roadside should not bloom too brightly, otherwise they will not be able to escape our little clutches. Before the dog's tail grass had a tail, it was plucked out and put in the mouth to chew. It was as sweet as today's candy. Fold off the willow sticks, pinch the head and tail, pull out the tendons and bones, leaving the intact bark, place it between the upper and lower lips, puff up your cheeks, and blow the horn of spring.

In summer, I just run around to get a tan, fish and catch shrimps and crabs, climb trees to catch birds and shoot slingshots. The fields are free playgrounds, and the ponds are happy swimming pools. There is no air conditioner but I don’t feel hot, and I don’t feel tired even if I keep running. Occasionally eating an old popsicle that drips while eating is the greatest happiness.

Autumn is the busiest season for adults, and we also have to do hard work. We have to pick the white cotton , and the red peppers not only have to be picked but also dried. Peel the corn and remove the puree from the sweet potato. Fortunately, roasted sweet potato boiled corn can be eaten as much as you want.

In winter, what I don’t like is that my hands and feet are tied up in cotton-padded clothes and trousers, and I can’t bear the cold wind. The happiest thing is to wake up, outside the window is already covered with white snow, step on the thick snow, making a crunching sound, breaking the tranquility of the fresh morning air, build a stupid snowman, and have a snowball fight with your neighbor's playmates, your little hands are cold, but your heart is warm.

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up quickly. Now, I really want to go back to my childhood.