Flipping through the dusty drawer, and rummaging back and forth, I really feel that I am at a very embarrassing age, this age no longer allows you to be immature, looking at the drawer that I treasure what I think are all ashes, from elementary school to the present, more than 20 years of memories are all in it, there are graduation photos from elementary school to high school, there are various cartoon books accumulated in elementary school, birthday gifts in elementary school, diaries in middle school, and various small toys, now looking at these, I feel that my childhood is beautiful, It's lingering.

Everyone has their own childhood, their own piece of the world, and experiences different childhood funs, but one thing is the same, that is, childhood is unforgettable and precious.

In fact, many times, many things we do not deliberately taste when we experience them, but only after many years do we begin to pick up the fragments of memory, and the taste of happiness is carved in the memory, counting the past over and over again.

Time flies, the years are quiet, and that memory lies quietly in the bookmark. I don't like the bustle, I don't like the hustle and bustle, I like to sit quietly in my room, stick to a text, enjoy a picture, listen to a music, and pursue a story.

Life is originally a process of staying in the red dust or forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, those flowers that are low to the dust, those dreams that float to the clouds, those who have loved and hated, after many years, only tolerance and touching remain.

The years are silent, it pushes us forward, and after a few years, the green silk turns gray, and the next generation has grown up.

When we falter, we can only look at each other and sigh: the years are not forgiving! Life is like water, years are like sand, quietly flowing through these years, through every spring, autumn, winter and summer in life, without the precipitation of the years, our life is not an empty flashy?

Life is like this, experiencing countless landscapes, leaving traces of life in the deep and shallow. Feeling the vicissitudes of life and speechlessness, I am grateful for this hidden and wind and rain.

Perhaps, there are many things in this world that people cannot grasp, but they can never forget.

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