[Suddenly looking back] The story of childhood | prose The heart is like snow

My daughter put her arms around me and asked me to tell me what I played when I was a child and what was fun. I told her that at that time, the boy had a small wooden gun and was very angry, and the little gag who had been learning "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" all day was mighty. And the little girl, there is a small rag doll is also a rare thing, cherished can not be ...

I remember when I was a child, I don't know what was affected, and boys and girls often didn't like to play together. Girls love to kick shuttlecocks between classes, but those shuttlecocks are not bought, most of them go to the workshop to pick up a large round iron piece of copper money, a few little girls make their own paper after school, if you feel that the weight is not enough, you can also add another piece of iron or add a small stone in it. Jumping rubber bands and jump ropes are the most popular, basically one per person, and everyone exchanges and plays with each other. The biggest lineup is the "siege". Draw a figure on the ground with three or four floors, each floor guarded by one person, and the middle passage is also guarded by a person. Each bayonet performed its duties and waited in a tight line, guarding the top triangle with a high degree of concentration. If you touch each other's body or both sides step on the ground to draw a line, it is "dead". However, this project sometimes competes with boys, men and women in groups, if so, the group of girls must be the active members of the class known as "tomboys". Because they have more strength and run faster, only they can deal with boys.

There is also a shape like "Huicheng" where two "Hui" characters are connected together. The two sides sent people to guard the horn that was considered to be the flag planted in the innermost part of the "Hui" city, and then attacked each other, ranging from a few people or a dozen people. Some naughty boys will often stand next to the city and deliberately push the girls who attack the city along the passage out of the line, which is the real troublemaker. When I grow up, I think that these boys must also want to play with girls, but they are just ashamed to open their mouths.

Girls also like to pick up a smooth tile or a bottle bottom "hopscotch". After the house is painted on the ground, two or more groups of people jump to each other, and whoever moves to the top first wins. However, hopscotch is both a physical and a technical job. It is necessary to maintain the balance of the body so as not to step on the line, but also to ensure that the objects under the feet do not kick outside the grid. It's not an easy task!

The most boys play together is "gag". A wooden stick as thick as a dollar coin was cut into two sections, about six inches and one foot long, respectively, and a shallow pit was dug in the ground, and the short one was placed obliquely in the small pit, and the boy used the long one to hit the short one hard, so that it bounced up and hit the distance. However, this game girls do not like to watch, because they will often be hit in the head by a flying wooden stick if they are not careful. Boys are also keen to play with glass marbles. Those glass marbles are colorful, very beautiful, are the treasures that the boys show off to each other, and the things that the girls look at with red eyes. At the time, it was not clear where these beautiful things came from. Boys are often so serious about winning a glass bullet, and sometimes they cry because they lose.

Boys like to hit the caps of wine bottles. Standing a few meters away, the bottle cap in front of the action is lightly flying past, hitting the bottle cap wins. However, the cap was not very useful and was not as popular as the glass marbles.

There are many, many things that boys and girls play, such as "passing the house", "weaving flower baskets", "abduction", "planting mines", many more. At that time, the school was not walled, and the nearby mountains were full of greenery, with all kinds of flowers, the sweetest of which was the camellia flower. Cut off a section of fern, take out the core inside, and use this empty straw equivalent to the current small straw to suck the nectar, the nectar is sweet and sweet, and it is not tired of sucking. Eating these things without snacks in that one is already a very pleasant thing!

Picking wild fruits in the mountains is the happiest thing. Little girls are born timid and can only walk around the nearby hillside in groups of a few people. On weekends or holidays, he would sneak behind his brother's ass and sneak into the depths of the mountain, where the world of wild fruits was. However, when the brother is often very bad in this regard, even his own sister is not willing to take it, which is really unreasonable.

One of the happiest things boys and girls do together is a tug-of-war! At that time, the boys and girls are next to each other, and under one order, everyone uses all their strength, under the encouragement of the cheerleaders, they hold their breath and rivet their strength, and the toes are on the heels of the heels to make all their strength. Everyone on the victorious side hugged and cheered, and the losing side was not convinced, crossed its waist, and hated that there could be no more decisive battle between the high and low of the victory and defeat.

Think about today's children, there is a lot of homework, there is nothing to play, except for the occasional jump rope, I am afraid that I only have to read books and do homework. I remember once asking my daughter what she was playing with the children of a colleague in the unit after class, and my daughter actually replied: Either doing homework, or in a daze. It's the same for everyone!

Thinking that I had to go to school when I was a child and have homework to do, I was so happy. Think about today's children, although they eat well and dress well, they don't have fun without us! Therefore, the daughter will say with great envy: My mother was so happy when she was a child!

Continental Review: How much more can you remember the story of the hour? A good childhood, for the most part, grew up listening to stories. I don't know if there will be those romantic whimsy to today's children, telling the stories we heard back then.