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Everyone has their own childhood memory. -- -- -- -- -- words, childhood is hazy poetry, is the picture of quietly elegant, classic songs... The childhood I naive, clever and lively; My childhood, I imagine rich, optimistic and cheerful.

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In the past years, I am a simple and happy. Just don't say looking at the sky stunned the relaxed, not to mention the hiding in bed sleeping in, also don't have to say to imitate the excitement of shooting stars alone is sucking the sorbet watching cartoons wandering in the street the incomparable simple happiness, can let me memorable.

In the past years, I feel the something called "love". May be the teacher take a disease has continued to our class; Maybe mom brings to me is dry in the rain and comfort; Perhaps the students take the initiative to help me clean the classroom health scene... What sort of scene touched my sensitive heart, is impossible. But one thing is for sure, in the "love", "love", "love" and "love" in the endless sea, I raise the sails of hope, efforts to move forward.

In the past years, the time like an arrow, just leave me alone XingChanYingGu wandering in the memory of the island. That each shining pearl, is I the same as when you giggle? That only white gulls heron, the same as when you are my fantasy? That hits the tall trees, is the appearance of when I was growing up... Petals gently picked up a piece of mind, I want to make it into a chic bookmarks, let it forever in the world of words its fragrance, forever......

每个人都拥有属于自己童年的记忆. -----题记童年，是朦胧的诗，是淡雅的画，是经典的歌……童年的我，天真幼稚、机灵活泼;童年的我，想象丰富、乐观开朗。

在那逝去的年华里，我是简单而幸福的。不必说望着星空发呆的悠闲，不必说躲在被窝里睡懒觉的惬意，也不必说模仿球星投篮时的兴奋，单是吮吸着冰糕看着漫画在大街上闲逛的那份无与伦比的简单快乐，就能让我回味无穷。

在那些逝去的年华里，我体味到一种叫“爱”的东西。也许是老师带病仍坚持为我们上课的情景;也许是妈妈冒雨为我送来干爽和安慰的情景;也许是同学们主动帮我打扫教室卫生的场景……究竟是哪种情景触动了我敏感的心弦，都无从谈起。但有一点可以确定，在“母爱”、“师爱”、“友爱”等“爱”的一望无际的海洋中，我扬起希望的风帆，努力向前驶去。

在那些逝去的年华里，时间像箭似的掠过，只留我独自一人形单影孤地在记忆的孤岛上徘徊。那一颗颗闪亮的珍珠，是我傻笑时的样子吗?那一只只洁白的鸥鹭，是我幻想时的样子吗?那一棵棵高大的树木，是我成长时的样子吗……轻轻拾起一片思绪的花瓣，我要把它制成一张别致的书签，让它永远在文字的世界里散发芳香，永远……