I rummaged through the closet to find a photo album and looked at it one by one. Turn to the first page. The picture shows a very cute little girl. She is of medium height, thin, and blinked like a black gem. Wearing a white skirt, sitting on the slide. Look, she smiled, grinning, revealing a white tiger tooth, laughing so happily and so naive. At that time, I was only four years old and just went to kindergarten. This photo was taken on the slide in kindergarten. That innocent smile is like a pure water, quietly dripping in the story of childhood and gently moving towards the long river of growth.
I looked at it and couldn't help laughing.