The kite's string breaks at the azure clouds, the sound of the bamboo horse echoes in the old alley.

A grain of sugar contains the flavor of a thousand days, half a window locks away ten thousand joys.
At that time, I only thought the light was shallow; looking back, I realized the dream's shadow was cold.
If you ask where to find a child's heart? The spring breeze silently circles the railing.

Childhood, a word full of charm; childhood, a word both familiar and strange; childhood, a word that is far away yet close at hand, carrying too many joys and sorrows of childhood.

Childhood, a wonderful time that everyone has experienced and is hard to forget.
Childhood, it was immersion, within reach; now it is nostalgia, unattainable.

Gently, time has passed, and childhood has gone with it. Half of it rests peacefully in the dust, half flies in the wind, half falls into the shade, and half bathes in the sunlight...

Keep it up, the future is promising🌹🎉😎