Those who are passing away of his childhood is like the sky blossoming cotton clouds, sweet, and Chun-chun.
Rise gently, feeling that goes on in his head, at your fingertips, but in fact they are so out of reach.
As a child I always sat very patiently for a small bed, carefully holding dolls, his mouth still softly yin of "Lullaby" and then gently placed in holding cloth doll cloth doll belonging to a small bed, so that It is quiet to sleep. And I was not out of the atmosphere soon as next to it to keep quiet for fear of waking it, and then carefully covered with pink cloth dolls for a small blanket to cover their very Yanyanshishi cloth dolls, and fear that it is not a careful cold. Finally blankly smiled and looked at the little dolls that little doll is what I want little guardian angel.
Because I am from the cloth doll face, feel the quiet joy sweeter than the candy brought with it a little to satisfy my heart.
After a few years later, I had more than one doll, but more than the previous dolls cute and more beautiful. So I decided to gradually replace the previous old doll carefully into the box. When I finished this enormous project, suddenly found the foot of the boxes were very heavy very heavy, where I innocently filled childhood.
And then the box locked up. Then pensive.
Some lost, I began to see the night of the Star, Hugo said, the sky looking for a long time, we can see heaven. Very big night winds to blow the flickering of the stars.
I am reminded of a number of years ago, childhood innocence, I have also had a windy night sky to see the stars, insecure may, for the sky the star worried, fearing they were blown cold, cough, no doctors for their treatment after and never better off.
The child's mind can not imagine what life living things, can be a very natural phenomenon, imagine a beautiful but strange things.
The illusion of a beautiful mind you can let the kids the sky bluer, the water clearer, allowing the children's inner world more colorful.
How to grow up, I do not know.
No, I know. In the mysterious fairy tales and Star days, spring regret, said: "I want to spring the flowers in the flower sent to summer, but the summer can not receive."
Summer comfort said: "Never mind, I will never put them in mind."
So grow up, no turning back.