Recall the past, the past is like wind and rain. Come fast, go fast. I anxiously opened the 'time and space reader' and looked at the past.
I still remember that when I was a child, I quarreled with my parents to watch cartoons and didn't even eat food to watch TV, but my brother, several years older than me, watched NBA games. I asked curiously, 'brother, what's good about basketball? It's not as good as cartoons! " He looked at me with a sympathetic look as if I didn't understand anything. Said, 'when you grow up, you will understand.'
I don't understand why today's teenagers want to watch any sports games. They are so exclusive of cartoons. They would rather carry a fat man on their back every day than take a look at cartoons.
Vaguely remember when I was a child, my parents helped me take a bath, and the soap rolled around me like a ball. Don't mention how happy it was at that time. But now, with the shower gel, although it is also smooth, it seems to lack something.
When I was a child, I was most afraid of thunder. As soon as I heard a loud voice, I ran to my mother's arms. That speed simply surpassed Liu Xiang. Running and crying: 'Mom, I'm afraid --, I'm afraid --& Rd the content of this page is pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN"; At that time, my mother said gently, 'I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, my mother is here.' Now, when it thunders, I just smile casually, and then lie in bed with my eyes closed. I only occasionally think of my silly appearance when I was afraid of thunder and lightning when I was a child.
Listen to the sadness of the rain and feel the power of the wind. Now, I think I am still a little child. In this way, I can always be loved by my parents. No homework, no grades, no worries, I can watch cartoons foolishly, play dumb, and be afraid of thunder. Because I find that our parents are becoming more and more indifferent to us. Unlike before, they can get their love and shelter every day. I really don't want to accept this fact. I hope I'm still a 'little hairy child' who can act in the arms of my parents every day and have a lot of toys. How I want to go back to the past, watching cartoons and playing hide and seek every day.
Suddenly a thunder woke me up, and I found that I had grown up. I can't help shouting in my heart: '-- I don't want to grow up -'.
How I long that I am not 11 years old now, but a 'little boy' like two, three and four years old. I will always live in the fairy tale world and the imaginary world.
Can I go back? Can I relive the joy of the past?......