In the bottom of my heart
Childhood memories like the shining pearl in the sea, buried deep in the sea, as a memory in the bottom of my heart.
Childhood is like a colorful kaleidoscope, let us taste the sweet and sweet childhood sour, sweet, bitter, hot; like spring, the taste is immortalised in taste bud.
When I was young, I was curious to follow the trend of "drifting bottle" game on campus. So, I also bought a small and exquisite "bottle", it is about five cm high, brown bottle cork with streamlined, with pink flowers in the bottle, there is a note. I suddenly fall into a reverie, I have seen the future. I can't help but take a pen, slowly on the note:
My gift to the future:
Wish you happy every day. May your studies go well. Grow up with me.
When you were young
April 29, 2012
Time is like a fleeting, childhood childish handwriting, solemn promise has been slowly forgotten. Over the past 2 years, who can recall the dusty bottles? It's been a long, I don't know where to hide. 11 years old, I wrote a "childhood memories" writing, the memory of the door and open. In the years of flying catkins, I found that a childhood belongs to the drift bottles of feathers! "Ah --" I was pleasantly surprised to hold the dust of it, almost trembling opened the previous content. The writing has been vague, but the time has not changed, the memory has not changed, is still the words of your academic success is still a child of my future I give my blessing. That a pure heart......
Imperceptibly I am 13 years old, occasionally referred to as the "bottle" game also reminds me of my thoughts, and I opened the bottle into the contents of memory lock. It is also my memories in the bottom of my heart.
Open your heart in memory at the same time, I in the sea to find the shining pearl. Drifting bottles, is not I stay in the bottom of my memories? Is it not important to me?
六年級:jinyan
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