When I was in elementary school, I didn’t know anything. I was very happy as long as I celebrated a festival. I've thought about it all. The first is Spring Festival, the second is birthday, and the third is Children’s Day. Every time on June 1st, I always go to my dad and ask him, do you know what holiday today is? My dad always slaps his eyes, finally, or is it some kind of holiday? How come I don't know? Now I am talking to my dad, and my dad just said that today is June 1st, and you are not a child anymore. Why are you asking this? Why am I a child? I am only fifteen years old now. My dad said that at the age of fifteen, I was already cooking, going to school, and doing laundry. You were a little kid at first and now you are much taller than me. You are now a young man.
Stop kidding yourself. Classmates, from the moment we took off the red scarf from our necks last year, we are no longer children. Stop pretending.
Children's Day is coming up at the weekend. I told my dad and she was very puzzled. How old are you? You still have a Children's Day gift. Are you ashamed? Then I used my very superb pulling ability. We haven’t been studying physics recently. There is also a critical state, right? I used it perfectly and got the gift of space. Like most children, my childhood was hidden in front of the television. Every plot of
TV hits my heart passionately and arouses my emotions. It was Children's Day again in a blink of an eye. I suddenly remembered something and asked my brother, "Would you like to see c c t v today?" My brother gave me a surprised look. Only then did I realize that my TV set had been changed from cable TV to online TV, and there were no traditional channels for a long time. With the new TVs with on-demand capabilities, we can finally watch whatever we want, but we don’t. Switching channels at first was like the surprise of opening a blind box. Looking back at the time when I first entered junior high school, my major is about to enter high school. In my impression, the three years of childhood were very long, but the three years of junior high school seemed to be only as long as one year of elementary school.
When I was a child, I had a lot of time to meditate and write homework. I could only construct a fairy tale of my own in my mind, and then describe it in the blank space of the homework book, especially the draft book at hand, which would always become The bridge between my ideal world and the real world. Using a column-by-column painting technique, the princesses, kings, queens, princes, and their pet animals are painted as slaves and even the royal palace. Writing calculations in a castle is a trivial matter, but drawing a princess is a serious matter. The painting at that time was so generous that I couldn't help but laugh when I told you about it when I grew up.
Since I entered junior high school, the number of paintings in my homework books has suddenly decreased. The draft book has finally returned to its original appearance, which is full of numbers interspersed. The ones at the table were not the same princesses in long dresses, but regular and orderly geometric figures. Occasionally, on a whim, I want to use my imagination again and create some art on it, but I find that nothing can be constructed. Today, I have lost my courageous pencil and it is broken. The wings of my imagination are becoming more and more rigid and hard. Sometimes I feel that I was cuter and more beautiful when I was a child than I am now. Because at that time I had unsmoothed edges and unconstrained lines.
Time is gone and it’s Children’s Day again. fanfan is a draft book to reminisce about the past. Maybe each of us should keep this June Day in our hearts. No matter how old you are now, don’t forget your original self. thank you all. I am already fifteen years old and I don’t know if I still have tickets to attend this children’s festival. But if someone sells tickets, I will shamelessly grab one without any explanation. Because my childlike innocence still needs to be comforted, which is not a shameful thing. On the contrary, I think it is something to be extremely proud of.
Child's Heart Stone has gone through many ups and downs, but still maintains the heart of a child. It understands people's feelings without being hypocritical, understands accidents without being tactful, smiles and sighs at the worldly world, and rejuvenates Book of Songs childlike innocence. Maybe we are young and our childlike innocence is not far away, but the road of life in the future is full of mountains and rivers. I hope we can stop from time to time, walk in a hurry, and caress our chests.
