Some memories are like a thousand-year-old tree that has wrapped itself tightly around you. Like a heavy rain that can't be washed away, the years have passed and never loosened its grip. Time has sifted out the dull and insignificant particles, leaving only the memories worth savoring again. Like a sieve, childhood is a time when we eagerly awaited growing up, with fantasies and dreams swirling in our hearts. What remains is a nostalgia for the past. As we grow up, we may not find what we were looking for in our childhood. Childhood is like a paradise that has descended upon us unknowingly, only to disappear as soon as we understand its value. It's beautiful but also cruel at times. Sometimes I wish I had never grown up and hadn't had to look back on my childhood. But time only moves forward, not backward. Childhood is like a bottle of fine wine that has been sealed for years. Savoring its fragrance and flavor, washing away the dust and returning to its original purity.