Children’s dream

I am a child, I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, and they get used to the smell of cooking at home, so when asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, they ran home with a naughty smile, my dream is to eat the meal my mother cooked for me. It is simple but smelly. Filling is pleasant. My happiness can be simple, so I almost seem simple. I am a child, I won’t walk alone on the moon-Shining Path on summer nights. I stop from time to time to watch the stars in the flickering mountains in the sky. There are often moving little red dots. My father told me that it was a plane, Therefore, I am so envious that I hope that I can also sit in a flying machine on a summer night and be looked up by a lonely child, which is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. A child’s dream I am a child. I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse that always keeps turning around in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, and they get used to the smell of cooking at home, so when asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, they ran home with a naughty smile, my dream is to eat the meal my mother cooked for me. It is simple but smelly. Filling is pleasant. My happiness can be simple, So I almost seemed to be very simple. I am a child, I would not walk alone on the moon-Shining Path on summer nights, stopping from time to time to watch the flickering stars in the sky, there are often moving little red dot. My father told me that it was a plane, so I envy it. I hope I can sit in a flying machine and be looked up by a lonely child on a summer night, that is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. A child’s dream I am a child. I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse that always keeps turning around in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, I got used to the smell of cooking at home, so when I asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, I ran home with a naughty smile. My dream was to eat the food my mother cooked for me, which was simple but smelly, filling is pleasant, my happiness can be very simple, so I almost look very simple, I am a child, I will not walk alone on the path of the moon shining on summer night, from time to time, I stopped to watch the stars on the flickering mountain in the sky. There were often moving little red dots. My father told me that it was a plane, so I envy it so much, I hope that I can also sit in a flying machine on a summer night and be looked up by a lonely child, which is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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