The pace of growth is too hurried, in the blink of an eye, those old times have become the past, the warm wind of May sent away yesterday's sunset, and the bright sun ushered in the "six. A "The dawn of Children's Day, childhood, has become an old object for me, but those happy smiling faces will still linger in dreams."
Childhood, it is the happiest and most memorable time in our lives, the happiness at that time is really cheap, it is like the light emitted by the sun, inexhaustible, the happiness at that time has nothing to do with money, has nothing to do with status, has nothing to do with power, has nothing to do with desire, really miss the time when you can be happy all day by eating only a handful of sugar.
As a middle-aged man who has white hair on the top of his head, the corners of his eyes have been covered with vertical and horizontal lines, and the cheeks are no longer full, childhood has long become the most distant dream in our hearts, our childhood is in that somewhat special era, when we, most of the lives are barren, but the material is not rich, but it does not bring ideological poverty, happy, happy, simple is the best gift given to us by childhood.
Today on this special day, my heart is a little excited, although childhood has gone, but those unforgettable memories that brought us have been well preserved, the afternoon before yesterday I looked at my son who was buried in front of the book case, and suddenly there was an urge to communicate with him.
I asked my son if he was happy now, and he didn't raise his head, and he said, "There's nothing to be happy about, every day is homework." "I know that children are under a lot of pressure right now, their childhood is severely compressed by schoolwork and the future, at their age, we are touching frogs in the carefree underground river, but they can only dissect frogs in biology class.
The flowers in the mountains bloomed and failed, the crickets that were singing jumped and jumped, they all walked away, and the butterflies and bees that flew around came and went, but the children did not see, I asked my son if he wanted to hear about our childhood, and the son thought for a moment and said, "Wait until I finish this problem!" ”
Children are still children after all, although they are confined to this small circle, but their hearts are free, and they also want to know about the previous years, but when did they start to talk about it? I thought about it for a moment, and he might not be too interested in those things that climbed elms to pick up elm money leaves.
Catching frogs in the river? He seems to have passed the age, so let's talk about some old childhood things that he has not experienced and cannot imagine, and I asked my son: "You have seen all the wheat, do you know about picking wheat when we were young?" The son thought for a moment and said, "Isn't the wheat all harvested by machines?" So how do you pick up a large piece of wheat? Why are you picking them up? ”
Child, you are born with the care of your parents and grandparents, what you wear, what you eat in your mouth, what you see in your eyes is ready-made, you have what you need as soon as you reach out, but do you know how we spent our childhood? In that special era, there were many children, parents' salaries were small, and there was not enough food to eat, how can children imagine these difficulties now?
They couldn't imagine the hunger when there was no grain to eat, they couldn't imagine the fragrance of the green wheat roasted on fire, they couldn't imagine the misery of having only one dry cake to eat at noon, their little bellies had never been treated badly since they were born, and we chased his fat belly and kept stuffing all kinds of delicacies into his mouth, but he kept running and refusing in front of him, as if all we had given him was poison.
Children, have you ever thought of that feeling of hunger, remember when I was a child, there were many children in the family, and there were two old people who needed parents to support, and at that time, each of us had a fixed portion of food, the adults were good to say, but for the children who were growing up, a full meal at that time was really very rare.
When I was a child, our home was a few kilometers away from the school where we went to school, and at noon we usually solved our lunch in the school, and the steamed buns at that time were two dimes, and my children were too many, so we couldn't afford to eat the steamed buns and vegetables, and our mother had already prepared for us a green onion cake that was baked last night, and the cake was very hard with a few pieces of white and green green onions, because there was no oil and water soaking, they all showed a dull color.
Of course, the taste is not as good as the current green onion cake, but for us at that time, it was the only food that could fill our stomachs, and the dishes and soups in the canteen were too expensive for us to eat, fortunately, there was boiled water in school, so our lunch was a bowl of boiled water with the green onion cake that had long been dry and hard.
Since there was no surplus grain, in the summer when the wheat in the public field was finished, my mother would take our sisters to the field to pick up some wheat, and the harvested wheat field was only the yellow stubble, which was hard and sharp, and the scattered ears of wheat that had been missed and touched by the machine were our targets, and the frontier in July was the most poisonous season of the sun, and the 40-degree heat at noon made us dizzy.
But we cannot slow down our pace, nor can we stop our hands, our eyes must be like searchlights, searching in the stubble fields one by one, the ears of wheat hidden here, our little feet and small hands are busy, the sun is overhead, and under our feet is the stubble of the people, and the ripe ears of wheat are even more intense, so our little hands are often pricked by it.
There were many large troops like ours at that time, three children of the Zhang family were on the east end of the land, five children of the Li family were on the west end of the land, and we occupied the most central position, and the yellow land rose up a steaming heat wave, and our faces and bodies had long become small rivers flowing.
Finally, the small land was turned upside down by us, of course, we all had a small harvest, that is, the small bag in front of us was also bulging, and when we returned home, we did not care to drink a sip of water, and poured all the fruits of our victory of the day into the small courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, the black land turned golden, and my mother was distressed by us, and she told us to go to the room to rest, while she alone was going to crush the ears of wheat one by one with a mallet under the hot sun, and she was going to knock out the little wheat hidden in the ears of wheat.
The great sun shone on her mother's body, her sweat had already wet the thin clothes, her hair was as if it had been washed with water, one by one, it was paralyzed on the top of her head, but she ignored it, just mechanically tapping the ears of wheat again and again, and after we had finished drinking the water, the older sisters would beat with my mother, and the dull but sonorous sound, like an ancient piece of music, could still echo in my ears to this day.
When my son heard this, he didn't say anything but looked thoughtfully out the window, the weather in May had been soaring to 30 degrees, and I thought he was wondering what it would be like to work in the hot sun in that era. Seeing that my son was touched, I felt some comfort in my heart, their generation was too rich in material, and everything seemed to be at their fingertips for them, and it didn't take much effort at all, but they didn't know what level our country was at just a few decades ago.
Since ancient times, grain is not so easy to get, we are now full and warm, but we must not forget the old times when we were short of clothes and less clothes, and then I told my son about us going to the watermelon field to pick up watermelons, and it was much more interesting to talk about picking watermelons, because the watermelon harvest season was relatively late, and the weather at that time was less hot and stuffy.
Of course, watermelons relative to the ears of wheat, they are large and wide-ranging, much better than the small ears of wheat to pick up, and the ears of wheat that are picked up can not be eaten on the spot, and the watermelons that are picked up can be directly imported, compared with these two, of course, we prefer to run in the watermelon field, the son heard the scene of us picking watermelons in the watermelon, and his eyes showed obvious envy.
I understand his state of mind, now he sees the watermelon, not in the fruit shop, or in the truck in front of the community, he can never imagine the round, green watermelon, what kind of scene they lie on the ground, after picking watermelons, I also shared with him the scene of stealing watermelons when we were children.
That excitement and happiness now comes to mind, the corners of my mouth can not stop rising upwards, when the watermelon reached maturity, there will be the owner of the melon field to build a grass shed on the edge of the ground, they have to prevent people from picking at will, of course, also to prevent the ripe melon from being destroyed by livestock.
In fact, for the sneak attack of our children, they are all blind to one eye, the child can eat a few melons, if we ask them for a melon to eat, they will not hesitate to pick one for us, but if we do not say hello and forcibly pick it, they will definitely stop it, because they are afraid that we have wasted the melon, and we were too young at that time, of course, we did not have the standard to judge whether a watermelon is ripe or not.
And the naughty we all think that we can pick the big melon by hand, so in that green melon sea, there are often games of stealing and prevention, and the small watermelon brings us endless fun, it is the most colorful memory of our childhood.
Childhood, of course, can never go back, those who once suffered and happiness can not go back, the years not only promote the old of our faces, it also blows away our simplicity and happiness, but I hope that our children can laugh a lot in a happy childhood, do not wait until the time is old, they are in addition to books, only some pale memories, children, keep the joy of childhood, because it is the best gift given to us by the years!