Children's interest, the journey of releasing the soul
Author: Tan Ye
The years passed from the flowers are more poetic than those spent in the world of mortals!
The reason why people like to aftertaste childhood is that it is as tender as flowers, as irreparable as running water, as naive and romantic as birds, and as crystal as crystal.
Childhood, full of fresh, curious about everything, everything in the world has brought endless fun to themselves.
It is the nature of children to have fun. My childhood played all over the landscapes of my hometown, played all the right and wrong in the world, played out countless dreams, and lost a good time.
In my mind, the landscape of my hometown is always beautiful. I have been infatuated with that landscape since I wore fork pants.
The mountain in my hometown is full of fragrance of pine waves, attractive wild fruits, birds and beasts. I step on the crystal dew and the morning mist of light gauze into the mountain forest every day. When I glanced at the tree, I saw pine needles and dregs pine cones hanging. If in autumn, the old leaves of the tree would be as bright as gold, then I thought of women's gold jewelry, a little stingy bar, wearing it on my fingers or hanging it around my neck. If you make pine needles into gold jewelry, you can wear them as much as you like, and why hide them so much. Since then, I have really studied gold. I have heard adults say that leaves can be turned into gold if they are sandwiched in books. I have done countless experiments, but the leaves are still leaves. I did not understand until I grew up. The ancients said: there is a house of gold in the book. So that's the truth!
So the friends in the neighborhood will gather around immediately. There is a saying in my hometown that when you see a snake, you don't get seven points. So we fight every snake and never let it go. Ordinary snakes will not easily attack people, but cobras are different. According to adults, cobras will be higher than people, and whoever loses will die. Later, after long-term observation, it was known that the cobra attacked the other party by spraying venom, and the purpose of flying was to attack the other party directly in the eye and hit him to the point. Although sometimes adults are good at coaxing children, there is a certain scientific truth hidden in their words.
There are wild fruits everywhere on the mountain, some hanging on branches and vines, some growing in the soil, and some crawling under the trees, blooming while bearing landmine-like fruit. We cut firewood, rake pine needles, dig bird nests, catch rabbits, pick mushrooms, and sit in the shade of the trees when we are tired. A group of people gather around and pull out the wild fruits they have picked. While eating the fruit, they play games, and the children never know how to get tired.
If the mountain is the paradise of my childhood, then the water is the playground of my childhood. From the time when I was wearing fork pants until I graduated from primary school, I soaked in the water almost every day in the warm season. When I first waded in the water, I could only hold the firewood and grass at the edge of the water and beat my feet desperately in the water. Later, I learned to climb the water, float like a worm and crawl in the water with my limbs, and then I learned to step on the water and lie down on the water to rest. With these skills, there will be a world in the water, and the fun in the water is endless.
In those days, the collective economy was developed, and the peasants earned a living by saving their working points. Grain and all kinds of cash crops were owned by the collective. Even melon land and fish ponds were part of the production team, and the peasants had no other livelihood except to work. In order to solve some of the family's zero expenses, adults pinned their hopes on children. Besides, children should also exercise more. Only by eating bitterness can they be superior to others. This was the way of thinking in those days. Under the education of our parents, everyone takes the initiative to share the family's worries and solve problems. Touching snails and pulling pig grass during the day and playing with Loach and frog at night, we became addicted to the water, especially in summer, where the taste of hiding in the water is sweeter than drinking honey. As a result, we friends played happily in the water, played tricks, and turned the water around. Once, when we touched the snail in the canal, we saw that the shore was the melon land of the production team, and the melons were shining golden in the sun, and waves of sweet fragrance wreathed around the canal. We couldn't stand it in an age when we had to buy sugar according to the target. Ignorant childhood, someone came up with an idea, so we were all naked, covered with slippery mud, and then ran to the melon field to pick melons to eat. As soon as the members of the melon club saw something bad, they immediately ran over to catch one by one, but they all slipped away like Loach. We thought we were smart, but the news had already reached our parents' ears. As soon as he entered the house, his father's stick came over. Fortunately, he was dragged away by his mother in time to ease the pain of the flesh, but he was taught a lesson by his mother afterwards. On another occasion, we touched the snail in the fish pond of the production team and watched the fish keeper staring at the shore, so a group of people pretended to play in the water and muddy the water in the fish pond. The fish keeper squinted to watch the hustle and bustle, and as soon as he left, we dived into the water and opened our hands to touch it all the way. Wow! Carp and crucian carp drill their heads in the mud, their tails are high, and grass carps are all hiding in the water plants on the bank, pinching one by one. That day, we returned home with a full load and relaxed, only to be punished by our parents the next day. We don't know how many mistakes we made in our childhood, we don't know how much right and wrong we caused, but it was our parents who got angry, and now we really feel sorry. I wonder what children think these days. How do you do that?
Childhood is beautiful, childlike interest is wonderful, even if the imperfect childhood also has its own beautiful interest, not to mention childhood is the most imaginative and dreamy. Life is in this kind of imagination and dreams come over, some dreams come true, some dreams have to wait for time and scientific verification. But in any case, childhood is the starting point of life, childish interest is the journey of the soul, because of this, people always like to miss the past, more like to remember childhood!
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