childhood is a happy song Ming-li, childhood is a pure sparkling river. Beautiful childhood, You Hu, however briefly. Who goes: when one is in the sweet dreams and sleep, not aware that he is in the dream, and realized that dream will be a wake up. By the same token, when we begin to know how to cherish the innocence of the innocent, romantic memory of childhood, it has quietly flee.
as too small jungle river, the water features only some minor Huaying hidden in the rock between the pupil of the eye itself. Heart is like also a photo of the yellow remain in the bottom of my heart will always be remembered. Wind waves from the ear breeze, I saw it covered with red dust in the corner of the Qing Ting Chan Chan to shake their wings, but the initial excitement of flying when it?
standing under the eaves, looking at the vast blue sky, I can not help the stupid. Growth in the number of confused and lost ah, childhood dream of ever willing to do? Childhood mind to solve it ever? Childhood promise cheap about it ... ever ...
my mind waves. The children's playground in how happy Tiaoa, called ah. In their hearts, some with only a naive romantic joy. They wanted a happy, even cry, or to Huanlai laughter. I jumped when they had to skip the pursuit of a big tree. I think that they can think of their teachers have with them under the tree to do the same in the game, to capture the tree of us, like they did with the south depended on the windows read: shepherd boy riding a yellow, the more songs Zhenlin "This sentence? Think about whether or not the teacher's authority after the lens hidden trace of their envy them?
No, no, how will they do Xiangzhemeduo. When they think of all this, I may have been white, and they may be lost, I have lost some of the things I like wishful thinking in general, and the big tree is still a group of children in general, such as Niaoque The chase ... ...
"Hey, look at you! Fast, you see!" At a time when I thought, a rapid and clear sound of children under the shade of green from bouncing out. A bow saw bar girls Yang Zhao big black eyes, shouted, pointing to the sky. The other children are looked up as, chubby fingers out of the sky. A paper folding of the white aircraft in the long Piaofei under the blue sky, gliding. In the sun, I feel beautiful and unusual aircraft, magic, just like a fish in the sea Pan Yu. We were attracted. Plane gently, gently around, all of a sudden slowly towards me down to tilt. "Wind" out, I stopped at the feet.
children's line of sight all together in my body, bar-girl bow is not a prohibited place "Oh," say the faces are red. I smiled, then bent over, picked up the aircraft and flew toward the blue sky. Aircraft also fly freely in under the blue sky. Greeting the sun, the children will be in the hands of the same paper airplane flying, chattered on the side and smiled.
Looking at the sky long period of fluttering paper airplane, my heart full of joy and innocence. The children are flying for many it crystal heart. I know!