I dedicate this story to the children I love most!
This is a simple story, a record of childhood and growing up. It has childishness, mischief, and innocence, but above all, it is about growth: the growth of teachers, parents, and children.
Yes, these are stories about growing up: childish and absurd, simple yet rich, pure and beautiful.
The little ones in these stories are mischievous, frank, and clever... They might make you angry now and then, but no matter what, you'll never be able to love them enough.
I'm not much of a writer, and there are so many feelings I can't put into words. But I truly think they're a group of little angels who have come down to earth. If you could see them, I'm sure you'd feel the same way.
Anyway, I like those little ones. I love them.
I write the stories I want to write, for the people who want to read them.
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This article moved me very much, and the author is very grateful (?ò ? ó?)