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[Editor’s note] the story on the swing ran aground in the dusty years, and the dream of childhood gradually flew with the melodious rhythm, becoming a good memory for memory. Every time I see a swing decorated with flowers and green vines, I think of swinging when I was young. At that time, I also learned from others. I found the hemp rope at home, picked a wooden door with two stakes, climbed onto the stakes breathlessly to tie a knot around the rope, and the swing was done. Because at that time, hemp ropes were used to work in the field, and my father couldn’t find the rope for a while. I was still immersed in the gentleness of the swing and refused to wake up. Although I was scolded, my heart still blossomed beautifully, the melodious taste is a little dizzy, a little blurred and a little selfless. In the summer afternoon, I opened my sleepy eyes, and a white cloud passed over my head gently in front of the window, just like a small white boat, carrying me to the place where my dream began, so the years stayed in the sleeping song of the swing, that is my only happy game. Childhood dreams gradually flew with the melodious rhythm. Sometimes there are two white butterflies dancing lightly, softly murmured softly, leaving a beautiful afternoon. In my memory, there was always a girl of six or seven years old weaving dreams on the swing on the corridor covered by Willow Shade behind her house. I clearly remembered that my father was working in the opposite side, and I promised him: in the future, I will invite you to my own beautiful house, making a full table of dishes, as well as red wine and candle music, and my father’s face will be bright, the sunshine spread all over the soil yard of the wall. This was the simplest wish in childhood. At that time, I didn’t know the excitement of the outside world, but only knew the sun, moon and stars and the sound of grass and trees and insects in the earth wall. I thought that I would grow up, and one day I would wear a elegant white dress and be a beautiful woman. In this way, childhood went slowly on the swing, and suddenly one day there was a sound: the swing was broken, and then it fell on the butt. The Dream also came to an abrupt end at that moment. Then I found that I had grown up. The slender swing couldn’t bear the confusion of young people, and the story on the swing ran aground in the dusty years. Suddenly I saw this picture on the Internet, which gradually moistened my yellow memory. I remembered that I was also that innocent girl, but there was no grass, no white dress and no good manners at that time, only a young self. Thinking of Tagore’s saying that I didn’t leave any trace of wings in the sky, but I had already made a flight, and my heart was happy. [Editor in charge: Yu Yiqi]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…