Unforgettable memories of the years.
Author: Mi Chunqi.
Life, bit by bit, strung together, is the years, and connecting together is life.
Childhood. Eaten leaves and swallowed bran.
I was hungry for two meals a day.
Carry a lantern as a lantern.
Hide and seek in the firewood and haystack.
Rolling on the mud floor requires change.
I was slapped before my wish came true.
Riding over a bamboo pole and carrying a wooden gun.
Fall over the pond downsink.
Push through the hoop and pull the ponytail.
Count the stars and look at the moonlight.
Played with mud and marbles.
Build a snowman and shoot a cow.
Childhood is a dream.
Colorful and unforgettable.
Teenage years. Watched small black and white TV.
Rush past the open-air movie theater.
Steal peaches and apricots and watermelons.
A group of playmates ate it all.
Sweet potatoes have been dug and seedlings have been planted.
Rice and wheat were cut and sheep were herded.
I have seen the album and worship the stars.
I have practiced martial arts and have been injured.
Dig through the bird's nest and touch the fish.
Wear the stars and the moon to catch up with the school.
Ignorance is also melancholy.
Secretly happy with the little girl at the same table.
A teenager is a poem.
Innocence, beauty, and hope.
Youth. Rode a big bar bike.
The head is shiny with oil.
I've seen Jin Yong and Gu Long.
Loves calligraphy and poetry.
Read day and night for the future.
I went to college and went to the factory.
I have been a boss and I am also beautiful.
I've been a lecturer so busy.
I have been a leader with a straight personality.
To the top of the cow to the bottom of the gang.
Stay at home for filial piety.
The second elder passed away with a cold heart.
A song in youth.
Joy, anger and sorrow are sung.
Middle age. Wind and rain life is difficult in middle age.
Career and work must be strong.
The burden of the family is placed on the shoulders.
The society must carry it.
Running north and south for life.
Taste both sweet and sour.
The human affection is cold and bitter and the experience is deep.
Keep the bottom line and keep the kindness.
It's hard to find everywhere.
Disappointed every year, every year.
Ambition is also hesitant.
The years have added vicissitudes.
A glass of wine in middle age.
Joys and sorrows are brewed and yearned.
Written in the back: Life is like tea, and what you can't taste is the light and strong fragrance;The years are like wine, and what you can't taste is the joys and sorrows of life;The years make dreams, there are poems, songs and love ......Grasp the destiny of today in order to win over a better tomorrow!