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When I was a child, my head was full of little dreams, which were colorful dreams full of all kinds of tempting colors, very beautiful and sweet.
Every New Year, my grandmother always moves out a plate full of fruit hard candy, and many tastes constantly sprint my sensitive taste buds. When I was a child, I always spoiled in my grandmother's arms, and then I tried to get her permission to take that slow plate of rainbow glass for myself. In my impression, my grandmother only has faded hair that has been rinsed by years and muddy eyes that reflect my little figure. In fact, when I was a child, I knew that my grandmother liked what I liked, and I also knew that my grandmother, who had already lost her teeth, could only taste her favorite sweet taste again when the hard fruit was saccharified in her mouth, but when I was a child, I was so overbearing that I liked to take advantage of my cleverness to seize the taste of the sweet rainbows.
Now I can still remember that the red one smells like strawberry, the yellow one smells like orange, the green one smells like cantaloupe, and the peach one smells like lemon ... That's the source of my colorful childhood dreams.
When I grew up, I found myself so humble and selfish, and that rainbow-like childhood became me ...