I lost a very beautiful things.
I cannot leave it, I also love it very much. But it was I lost it.
Finally saw it was nine years old that year.
It is flying a kite with me, the kite flew high in light of it, is very high. It used to go with me to the river to catch fish and shrimp, it also like to play with me.
But as time push (., the passage of time), it slowly, slowly away from me.
When I think about it, it is ten years old, I want to catch it again is late.
Where is it? Where is it?
Although I have meters tall, but also a baby face, full of childlike which it only leaves me memories (should be).
I looked at the rain outside the window, suddenly reminded of it and the happy time when I was a kid, I suddenly have a little sad, because I want to grow up soon, but I loathe to give up, also can not do without it.
I took some toys, play up, also want to find it, but it seems to be moved out of my mind.
Where it is? What on earth?
I almost going crazy, I really miss it, even if it can come back one day, even for an hour, will do!
I wear when I was a child like hair clips, although I'm naive to think already no longer naive. There is a childhood favorite picture then. Wear a ^v^crown^v^, clothed with a gauze, get into a ^v^fairy^v^.
All this, only to find it.
I find it more than once, but every time I find it, I want to cry.
I know, and as grade rise, thoughts become humanization, it will no longer return not to, but I have been deeply in love with it.
What it is, it is the childhood, I love my childhood.
When the eleventh candle lit, when the birthday song and singing, I don't know why, a drop of tears is finally out of the eye socket.
Where it is? I find it more than once.
What things are after losing just know to cherish.
它陪我放风筝，风筝在它的鼓舞下飞得很高，很高。它曾和我一起去河里捉鱼虾，它也很喜欢陪我玩。
但随着时间的推动(即：时光的流逝)，它慢慢、慢慢地离开了我。
我虽然有米多高了，可是还有一张充满稚气的娃娃脸，这是它唯一给我留下的`回忆(应该是特征)。
我望着窗外的细雨，突然想起了它和我小时候的快乐时光，我突然有了一丝伤感，因为我想马上长大，但我又舍不得，也离不开它。
我拿出一些玩具，摆弄起来，也想要找到它，可它似乎从我的思想中离开了。
我几乎要发疯了，我太想念它，就算它能回来一天，哪怕一个小时，都行啊!
我戴上小时候很喜欢的发夹，虽然我现在觉得已经幼稚到不能再幼稚了。然后画着小时候最爱画的画。戴上"王冠"，披上纱巾，把自己弄成了一个"仙女"。
我知道，随着年级升高，思想变成人化，它就再也回不来了，但我一直深爱着它。
当第十一根蜡烛燃起时，当生日歌又唱起时，我不知为何，一滴泪也终于冲出了眼眶。
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