Childhood

      There are too many precious things in this world, everyone has the thing that he considered the most valuable to keep, sometimes  even a leavf. ,due to it contains particular meaning ,you might keep it and treasure it for a long time ,every thing has emotion ,but the different people have different understanding. Childhood ,is a particular and full of fancy period that everyone must experience ,and it is also the most beautiful time in the world ,because it is pure and do not have any pollution. Nomatter laugh or cry , all of this are the true espression of the inner heart. As the time fly, the childhood become more and more far away from us. Just as the precious marble, although it is beautiful ,however ,it is also easy to roll away.There are too many things that wo have to confront as we grown up. Anyway, some people's emotion toward childhood become deeprer and deeper ,and even can not get over it.
     Childhood is the sea of hapiness, on the beach of memory. there have numerous shells,  some gloomy,  which cause a period of sadnees memory ;some shinny, which make people remembered the happiness and interesting experience .
      Childhood ,is the outline of the time which have gone, is the mark of the old yellow photos. It is as warm as the spring ,as shinny as the flower, you can not find when it will be end .When look back, evrythings seemed to become blur . I try to find it back  and taste it ,try to seek  a pure heart of a child ,try to seek the unmature dream of a child ,try to seek the trace that i have experienced ,seek the shadow under a tree and a warm leg……However , it can  be seen only the reality ,but the people have already change ,one can not be what he was . It seems may be a little sadness but it is one must pay for his grown up. In the process of grown up ,one may get muture in ideology, experices , larger horizon and knowledge ,skills in all roungded ways and many friends but he may lost a pure heart and dream of a child, being a adult is a good thing but it is also horor in some degree.
     In the voice of the repeating again and again of reading textbooks, childhood become more and more away from us. Childhood is a beautiful painting picture which be drawed of my deep trace of steps  ; Childhood is a ballad which contained my babyish voice.