Sender: lshu Yaxin, message area: ASCIIart Title: My Childhood Description Sending station: I Love Nankai Station October 16, 2002 14:00:31 Wednesday, station mail Riding a bull far past Qiancun, the piccolo blowing across the long distance How many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an are not as good as you if they have exhausted all their agencies? When I saw this poem, a picture immediately emerged in my mind. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a child rides on a bicycle. Watch the big buffalo floating on the pond. Some of the big buffalo are very slow. From time to time, they look back at the little boy on their back. It seems that you can see kindness here. There is no need for a bullwhip or a rope to tie the cow, because they have become adults by being with each other every day. close partner This is my childhood memory. Coming from the countryside, many times in my childhood I was driving cows with books under my arm. The sheep spent time on the hillside of my hometown. Perhaps it was the long time spent with the cows, sheep and mountains that made me grounded. Diligent, sincere but stubborn character, like the broad mind of mountains, the innocence of blue sky and white clouds, floating in the air Over the years, whenever I encounter setbacks in study or life, I will think of the blue sky and white clouds in my hometown. Compared with the green mountains, green waters and blue sky of our hometown, we are too small. What are the setbacks? Life is very short. It only lasts for a blink of an eye. Why not live according to your own pursuits? Don’t ask for money, just power. With a clear conscience I often imagine that one day I will be financially prosperous and no longer be forced by life to live in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and pure folk customs. Open a school in Pu's impoverished mountain village to teach and educate people, and use his knowledge to lead the people there out of poverty Xianxia Time invites friends and confidants to wander around the world and provide guidance. Maybe this day will never come to us. Maybe it will. It's tomorrow I would like to commemorate my childhood life with this picture and this article