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We grow up day by day, and the sweet dream of the little white rabbit gnashing her teeth is the song "Childhood".

Childhood is a single written by Tang Yingfeng and composed and sung by Liu Haolin. It was released on April 20 15 16, and then included in the album "Dried Fish Shop" released by Liu Haolin. This song is also an episode of the animated film Clear Sky Yesterday.

"Childhood" sketches with simple childlike guitar chords and vivid images, deduces vivid childhood life pictures, and brings the audience into childlike memories.

Childhood tells the childhood story of a generation. Images such as hide-and-seek, clockwork frog, feather badminton, white rabbit toffee, writing paper and so on all bear the memories of youth. It is the first work that can make people cry in the dead of night. The song conveys pure and simple feelings, and the whole story is as warm as a fairy tale.

Lyrics:

Chasing the sunset barefoot by the railway, glass bead iron box hero card.

Playing with rubber bands, hiding under a stone bridge, grandma sitting on the dam with shoes.

There are ginkgo flowers in the basket in front of the iron gate, and people live in the thatched house.

The road after school is noisy, and the water is rushing between the ridges.

We grew up day by day, and the little white rabbit gritted his teeth in a sweet dream.

I also fantasized about fairy scientists, stick figures with mud on white walls.

We will grow up day by day, and the old phoenix tree will sprout after four seasons.

There are treasures in the sand and towers, and long benches build homes.

Life always goes slowly, leaves fall all over the pond and move to a new home.

20-inch color TV leather sofa, 5: 30 windmill animation.

After dinner, under the cool starry night, the firefly breeze bends the crescent moon.

Adults don't understand, ghosts hide under the bed.

We grow up day by day, and there is rain in our memory.

The summer vacation is over and it's time for a haircut in the new school year.

We grow up day by day and begin to expect and change.

I thought I was too great to hand her a poem.

We grew up day by day, listening to tapes and meeting banyan trees.

White shirt acoustic guitar at dusk, young cheeks.

I thought I was so great that I didn't dare to hand it to her after writing a poem, even a small poem.