A little poem about childhood

The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.

When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.

The little girl is only six years old. I don't know whether she is clever or clumsy.

"Childhood" wind songs and laughter (1) Shihe yellow sand dunes are far away, and feng shui waves come. I have forgotten to play truant, and the warm day has just cleared up.

The daughter who is swinging outside the mulberry tree is wearing a pair of crows with crooked flowers.

Childhood is like a colorful dream. Wake up, still so clear and unforgettable. Childhood is like a colorful pearl, connected with endless joy and immature dreams.