The years are like sand wrapped around the fingertips, flowing day and night like dust and smoke.
The green years pass with the wind, but memories remain in our hearts.
My childhood will soon be like the flying sand in my hands, passing away together with my green years. I miss my childhood so much, but now I only have a few scattered memories left. Then connect these dots of memories together and record them before you forget them all. As long as I never forget, then my childhood will never pass away, but will be carefully stored in my heart. When I grow old, it will be a pleasure to dig it out and look at it.
Purpose: Childhood Memoirs