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The older people get, the worse their mood gets. The pressure of study and the distress of life make me exhausted. Suddenly, a familiar song floated into my ear: "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer, and only that butterfly is still standing on the swing by the playground …"?

I opened the window and saw a group of old people playing badminton in the yard of the third floor community. Singing, recording from the flower bed? It comes from the room. ?

Grass, green trees, safflower, butterfly, swing ...?

My childhood, like a short film, is displayed in my mind, shining with smart brilliance. I don't remember how many hot summers, I climbed the mountain with my childhood friends and had a good time. ?

As I remember, we used to like to play hide and seek. We cover our eyes with a red scarf and only listen to the sound with our ears to tell the direction. We arrested people in the rugged Woods. Occasionally, people who catch people bump into trees or fall to the ground, which will attract a burst of laughter. Of course, it was a kind smile, a happy smile, and laughter was mixed with children's innocence and playfulness, which was childhood ignorance. ?

Tired of playing, we lay in the shade, blowing cold air? Look at the long white clouds floating in the sky with the wind and enjoy a good time. Without thinking about anything, we slowly fell asleep in the swaying sunshine among the trees.

When we woke up and were hungry, we ran to the orchard in the village and "stole" some peaches and other fruits. We also often pick fruits from our own fruit trees. The peaches in Monkey's family are big and plentiful, the bayberry in A Niu's family is soft and sweet, and the persimmon in Xiaofeng's family is round and bright. Just looking at it makes my mouth water, and sometimes I sit in a tree and have a full meal. ?

In the evening, we also go to "paint". The third uncle's house has painted a new wall as white as snow. We draw little frogs, puppies and morning glory with black charcoal blocks, but we just "draw" walls. Big face. His uncle tried to hit us with a big broom, but we dispersed in a hubbub. In fact, he just wanted to scare us, because we heard him praise us for "painting like a painting". ?

Naughty, causing trouble. Is that wall still standing there quietly? Has the little tree that we rode in the yard grown up now?

When I was a child, my life was very dull, like dreams and poems. Thinking of this, my childhood seems to be back, and my happiness is back. My heart is still my childhood heart, jumping and cheering, like a happy mountain deer. ?

"Day after day, year after year, childhood is in a daze." The old people are still kicking shuttlecock happily. I thank this group of silver-haired old people for finding my long-lost childhood in this dusk? I found happiness and understood the truth that "childlike innocence never grows old".