Childhood was the best of times and the most unforgettable and memorable, a children's dream on the same people back to childhood. Which curved, and the Mother River Runs always, always tireless running eastward, and the beautiful summer, green fields of the familiar smell distributed. Rows of the river which gently swaying willow, sunflower species on the ridge, broad bean, as well as rape. Angustifolia to spend the people's nose straight , hillside slope, no name open many of the red, white, pink small flowers, attracted a lot of bees. There are beautiful butterflies fluttering among the flowers, often this time of quasi-adult children . These boys and girls together fly in the air. And stopped at a small butterfly on the flowers.
Naughty children and adults seem to deliberately do right. Hot weather when the bigger boys at any rate not only to the river to . Enjoy playing in the river, sometimes a few small fish to catch music ha ha laugh, have a swim to shore, we do the collection of firewood with fire, mud and fish grilled on fire, big people up to the time, easily in the Liu a folding tree branches, light up behind a group of boys on the run in the flood The little girl who is secretly laughing after hiding in the tree.
Which is the most beautiful spring time. Red peach, white pear white. Apple powder white flowers, apricot pink. The fragrance of these flowers in the small village filled the air, trees, fields, small farm yard. Room, the smell of flowers everywhere, flowers have become the world here, the whole village was surrounded by flowers with flowers. To recall them now.
Childhood is good, everyone has their own childhood, childhood, regardless of rich or poor, is a childhood song. An article, a word, can be reminiscent of childhood memories. That carefree childhood, as well as partner and small child to the joy I brought me a small mountain village. The spirit of which is my wealth, my life's nostalgic.