If you can, I want to be a primary school acts, contact a lot of strange and eccentric thing. Little carpenter, watchmaker can. I don't have the innovative thinking, I have stiff head, but little was also very like assembly of small parts, (of course, after removing the old clock is after repair is not good.) As a scavenger, collected a lot of little things.
If you can, I want to be a primary school acts, contact a lot of strange and eccentric thing. Little carpenter, watchmaker can. I don't have the innovative thinking, I have stiff head, but little was also very like assembly of small parts, (of course, after removing the old clock is after repair is not good.) As a scavenger, collected a lot of little things. His playing a silly person, for a small doll sewing clothes, furniture layout, even funerals have emerged, it is playing in the street and another small partners, with small flowers and stone layout of the cemetery, as it neared completion, an adult through, layout is also good. Perhaps the shy psychology at play, I had "destroyed the masterpiece". Originally, praise sometimes is also a kind of destruction......
Slightly larger, like playing in the dirt, and small partners to stealing brickkiln with soil, the soil due to unusual soil, so every time not secretly dug. At noon, the workers in the lunch break, each of us to dig out a piece of yellow soil, passion, cheerful came out like the bird, across the bridge to go home, as the stone is very narrow and long, parabola, and both sides have no fence, the bridge river rapids, balance the lack of every time I walk across the Bridge Association habitual looking down, looking at the east of the river, as if to fall faster in general, each bridge, hearts are carrying, cross the bridge and landed, the heart was down. The dream time over this bridge, will have a fall in real life scenarios, fortunately did not appear too. Perhaps, life is not as bad as we thought..
Get the soil, is the practical process to do special treatment. We like skilled master like, pug, shaping. Final masterpiece is OK to forming focal inside added branches, fire, put above a small iron plate, incredibly can cook, of course, these things are nothing more than small yam, vegetables and so on. Play up, even tried to put a small scrap iron, placed in iron plate burning, melted into liquid iron such as silver, find a small plastic when the mold, the molten iron is poured in, after cooling, it is really a plastic animal shape. Of course, the hand had been ironed out the bubbles...... It is a process of creating home when. In retrospect, admire the dedication and focus of childhood. The summer sun is hot, as people could not open eyes, me and another playmate hiding in the dilapidated cottage, sweat (because there is no house roof), day after day, creating the miracle belongs to us. Later, the miracle appeared, small animal models also came out, we were streaming with sweat smile grew up later drifted apart, no longer contact. With the maturity and wisdom, but lost childhood innocence joy and playmate, maybe this is the growth of the price.
No group of children barefoot, collected a lot of mulberry in his clothes, sit in the abandoned stone boat, feet soaked in clear water, wanton laugh, Ren mulberry put our lips, teeth, hand and clothes were dyed purple; no kids mining with bamboo leaves, made the boat, entrusted with the young dream, to the other side of the river; no children in the cold winter, eat a few cents of ice, and madly in the street, running and shouting to be the lone ranger, to when the rangers...... Along the way, friends did not accompany me to go all the way, but thank you for accompanying me through a section of the road, who appeared in my life, even a moment, I also bring the warmth of the fragment, is worth me eternal life to treasure.
My childhood, no Trojan, no Ferris wheel, no small park, there are not too many toys, but have you, my most precious memories. Those carefree and reckless life, makes me when you look back, the mouth will be up, smile, open a flower, bright as ever, beautiful as ever.

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