Write to our common youth, to those who have left us, to those who accompany us, and to those in everyone's heart.
I don't know since when, I always like to recall my childhood. Ever since I embarked on the long road to school, recalling my childhood is something I do every day. When she thinks of her childhood friends, warm scenes, passionate chases, and energetic shouts, the corners of her mouth will slowly curve up. Joy is always more bitter than bitterness. She lived a relaxed, comfortable, paradise-like life at that time. Later, the more she grew up, the less she wanted to grow up. She felt that time passed too slowly and she could not grow up to be the adult she wanted. She sometimes complained about the harshness of life, the indifference of human relationships, and the unexpected joy of life. Now she can only rely on typing on the keyboard to keep the remaining memories from disappearing.