Looking for childhood

Grow up, forget the world of childhood. The world that only exists in the eyes of children, that changes infinitely, sometimes such as the misty blue sky, sometimes such as the vast boundless sea, sometimes such as desolate desert. Sometimes it's not so grand, like a little dewdrop on a beautiful petal that opens at dawn.

But no matter what it is, it has always escaped the eyes of the child, pure, bright, not contaminated by the world's pure eyes.

Those pure eyes, there is nothing it can not find. Because it is so clear and pure.

However, the secular so that the pure eyes lost the original Ming Li, lost the original pure. I also gradually become such as a top, every day in the turn, turn, turn, has been in the pursuit of ethereal and gorgeous vanity, but do not know that they have lost the beauty of childhood; Gradually became learned to enjoy, learned to luxury, that only to enjoy luxury is happy. But forget the simple joy of childhood, although simple but full of happy laughter; Gradually become like many people in this world began to disguise, began to be false, began to bury all the real deep in the depths of the eyes, no longer revealed; Gradually!

When small as long as licking candy, let the silk of sweet, a silk of acid slide into their own too long did not eat sugar and lose taste mouth. Taste, good fragrant, sweet, but sweet with some astringent acid let a person for a long time aftertaste. Just like when drinking orange juice, accidentally choked by the transparent vesicle: although uncomfortable but aftertaste can not help but come to a few more. Lingering fragrance is still slowly in the mouth, floating. So sweet, so sour. But the heart is full of satisfaction.

And now the huge house, although luxurious and beautiful, but only oneself, lonely, depressed, everywhere filled with breathable fear. Only ear headphones are still tirelessly roaring, trying to drive away the desperate rancid breath. Listen, quietly listen, my soul seems to return to the past, loneliness, depression, fear, slowly away from me. All that was left was music in my ears, ethereal in my ears. And fell asleep with a strange satisfaction. Floating in a dream: Tomorrow, put on a mask and keep spinning.

Perhaps, childhood is not lost, the pure eyes are not lost, the real happiness is not lost, all the beautiful dreams of childhood are not lost. Just learn to look for it. Just like in the green forest, casually turn over a rock, you will see a pure stream is flowing slowly from your feet. It is so bright, it is so clean, you can see everything at the bottom of the stream, and the reflected sun will light up the dim tired heaven in your heart; You will find that as long as you give up all the ethereal gorgeous, the huge colorful six wings of childhood is so close to you!

Childhood will be forgotten, but its beauty will not be forgotten by time. It has no grandiose words, no luxury of beauty, no empty honor, like a quill pen, in the paper book to write their own joys and sorrows. Free rein, no constraints, no discipline, no disguise, the rest, is the childhood brought you freedom.

Growth, is not able to escape the thing. So face it, bring out the best in yourself, accept it bravely, and let yourself grow up. And now, while their world is still real and transparent, cherish the huge color of the six wings! Childhood is the same for everyone, but once.