#Ningbo headlines #Childhood memories Most of the rural areas in childhood were poor, and the materials produced by the large communes at that time were quite scarce, and eating enough to wear and warm was the simplest and simplest wish of everyone. Three or five babies per farm family is very normal, usually after the adults make corn paste for the children to work, the children will get up one after another to drink the paste, eat some miscellaneous grains and steamed buns, and several children of similar age will play together in the village.
The village is not large, that is, about thirty-four households, but it is very large in the children's little feet, the courtyard wall in the small eyes is also very high, and the clear shallow water river is also very wide. Children's favorite things are playing hide-and-seek in the house, hooking small fish and shrimp by the river, and digging mud to build a castle. The impression is that there are basically no toys, there is a wave drum is considered a luxury, there is a pair of dried tofu sized elephant cards can show off for a long time, there is a kaleidoscope you can become the king of the children. But most of the time, the dolls are making toys for themselves, what slingshots, bamboo spray canisters, crossbows, bows and arrows, blowers, iron rings...
Having played with every corner of the village and playing with every toy they could think of, the children's attention turned to the flying animals. Catching bees and catching birds, web moths catching cicadas, using spider silk bamboo webs to stick to the dragonflies that rest on their leaves, tying thin lines to its tails and flying, barefoot children chase and laugh with the rise and fall of dragonflies in the sun.
There are also chirping birds that are impressed, always stopping in bad luck, whether you approach lightly or unexpectedly accelerate to pounce, they always flutter their wings lightly and calmly and fly away. I like to watch the birds stick to the branches and nests, the nests made of swallows pecking mud under the eaves are like castles, the nests made of sparrow branches on the branches are like the upside-down straw hats of the flying hanging trees, and the children all listen to the words of the adults to treat the birds as family and birds as friends, and cannot destroy and hurt them. However, the children still can't help but playfully climb the tree to pick up the bird's eggs to play, and when they approach the bird's nest, the mother birds will jump on the nest and chirp in protest; after taking the bird's eggs, they will fly to the branches to flutter and scare; when the dolls hide in the house, they will stop on the roof tiles and hoarsely roar for half a day, so that the adults must blame the children who are wrong.
Childhood memories are golden, no matter when we open, the corners of our mouths will be filled with smiles, and the mood must be as bright and brisk as the blue sky!
