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The author of recalling childhood: the third child, March 18th, 2015, 22:56… childhood is like a rope of time; It is drawing us to recall. The disappearing time is like a nightmare; When we wake up, we are all old. My childhood reminded me of my friend at that time, whose innocent face and innocent smiling face. Get up early, take a slingshot, bathe in the dew in the morning, breathe fresh air, and come to the woods in the east of the village. Cattle herding, mowing and catching fish in the river. At noon, under the hot sun, I climbed up the old locust tree, picked off the locust flowers and chewed them in my mouth; On the beach by the river, I played heartily and felt carefree. The locust flower in childhood was very sweet, and the sky was very blue. The air in the countryside is very fresh. Simple farmers are very capable. Recalling childhood, the happy picture often appears in my mind; Now what is left is just missing…. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…