If only time could be turned back
Text/Erhui Yuan
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The wind passed silently, and the stars obscured the day. Dole sat in front of the window, her eyes inadvertently attracted by the line in front of her: "If time can be turned back, I want to have all the happiness of memories!"
In the winter, adults play with children. Playing is the most classic parent-child game in winter, and the raw materials are very simple: a whip, a stick, and a circle can be. It is very simple to do it, use a non-thick wooden stick to cut off a section of about 20 centimeters, sharpen the two ends, and then cut a piece of a wooden stick of about one meter to make a simple embarrassment. Draw a circle or square and you're good to go. Use a wooden stick to knock on one end of the stick, jump up and use a wooden stick to pick it up, follow a few hits with a stick, you can pick up three or four times is good, five or six times is a tall person. The farther away the fight, the better, and then the other party goes to throw back, if it is not thrown into the circle, it is considered to lose, and the beater continues to fight, and the thrower continues to throw. Doll clearly remembers that it was a Saturday morning, when Doll was only seven years old, and her family of three (father, brother, Doll), three members of the little loach family (mother, sister, little loach), and three members of the slug family (father, slug, brother), who competed for the vanguard? Duo'er's father took the lead, more and more fiercely, until the north of the home, although Duo'er only hit once and ended, but with the god assist of Duo'er's brother, the fight hit more than a mile, all hit other people's villages haha... Needless to say, the perfect ending ended in the triumph of the Doll's family.
"Boom" a puff of smoke, like a monster coming. This is the second uncle in the Doll's Courtyard popcorn! Uncle Erkuan curly hair, small face, because there are many brothers in the family, until thirty to buy a Daughter-in-law in Sichuan, at first no one could understand what the second aunt said, with the passage of time, the second aunt learned Xinxian dialect quite quickly, but also a smart woman. Uncle Erkuan has been married for three years and has not yet had a son and a daughter, so he likes children very much, and the children in the village also like to play at home, and they don't think that children toss their dirty house, which does not want a family of corn flowers from the market, and more people come to their house to play. It turned out that only popcorn from other villages came to the village, the children had a mouth blessing, and now they can eat at any time into the leisure cold season, the second uncle's family is the most lively, large and small children squeeze his family into a water leak, and even outside the village, of course, indispensable to Duo'er and brother. Uncle Erkuan only needs a dime in a pot, which is cheaper than the one who comes from the village, and he only collects enough charcoal and saccharin money. There is a large corn hoard in the yard of Doll's house, and the corn kernels inside have been dried long after a month of sun exposure, which is enough to jump corn flowers. A few days ago, Brother Dole stood on the big circle chair at home and enough to reach out more than ten ears from the high corn hoard and put them in a large dustpan, and their parents did not stop them, letting them rub the sticks and grains by hand! This is not a simple job, when rubbing the stick, the brother first uses the stick to remove one or two lines of the whole spike of the stick every two or three lines, he first rubs out the stick, Dole holds the stick spike in one hand, and rubs the stick grain from the stick spike with the brother in the other hand. To tell the truth, rubbing the hand for a while will be red, you have to make a lot of strength, but Dole does not say a word, the food is tempting, the two rub the ten spikes, this time the mother appeared, she deftly tossed a few, the white skin hidden inside drifted in all directions with the dustpan swinging wind, poured the clean grain into the jar, the mother took out a crumpled dime from her pocket, and Dole and her brother flew to the second uncle's house. At this time, the previous pot of pots is finished, every time a pot is jumped, the children cheer, jump, pick up popcorn that jumps out next to them, that joy is incomparable, Dole picks up a few and stuffs them into his mouth, the delicious taste cannot be described in words, and everyone's face is full of happy smiles. Waited for five more pots, it's time to do it! Only to see the second uncle put the corn into the pot, put a little saccharin in it, buckle the lid on the bottom of the pot, put it on the bracket, he pulled the bellows while shaking the popcorn machine, one hand turned the pot in a circle with one hand, the other hand used an iron rod to provoke the flames, so that the charcoal was fully burned, as the pot rotated on the fire, the corn kernels also rotated inside, he looked at the pressure and time displayed on the pot for a while, and then looked at it again, and after several actions, "Okay! With the cheerful sound of Uncle Erkuan, he had already plugged his ears and ran outside the gate, only to hear a thunderclap, a cloud of white smoke rose up, and the hot and fragrant popcorn filled his pockets, and the seductive aroma made the saliva gush out. Uncle Erkuan was not idle for a while, and when the popcorn was cooling, he had already filled a pot again, and Duo'er and his brother poured it into a large plastic bag they had brought from home.
The northwest wind screamed with a whistle, the gray-black sky was like a cauldron clasped on people's heads, gloomy and heavy, and in the evening the wind came with fine sand-like snow particles, hitting people's faces and causing pain, and then it would scatter flocculent snow flakes, more and more dense, and the snow slowly fell from the air, one by one, clustered, like silver flowers, like white butterflies. Looking at the sky, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, flying like fairies scattering flowers, flying in the sky.
The next day, the eight-year-old Doll opened the door and looked: the ground was white, the trees were white, the roof was white, and her eyes were full of pink makeup! The parents had already cleared a passage in the yard and were cleaning the snow on the roof.
Dole took the "cotton hand stew" sewn by her mother and used a small broom to clean the remaining snow that her brother had swept, and after cleaning the snow in the yard, Dore begged her brother to teach herself to catch birds, and there were many sparrows after snow at that time. The brother loves his sister very much and responds to her needs. The brother took a grass sieve from the cowshed and turned a wooden stick out of the middle of the road. Use this wooden stick to prop up the sieve, put a brick on the sieve (suppress the fear that the sieve will be blown down by the wind at a critical moment), and then find a long rope from the east house to pass through the gap in the sieve, tie the sieve, and pull it far away. The longer the rope, the better, because the shorter the rope will alarm the birds, it is often difficult to catch the birds, and then sprinkle some millet under the sieve.
The next thing to do is to hide in a hidden place and observe, waiting for the arrival of the birds. Waiting requires patience and the cold. Dole and her brother hid behind the door of the hall, gently holding the end of the rope in their hands, observing the movement outside through the crack in the door, and saw small sparrows singing in the trees. At this time, an old hen raised by the family "clucked" and ran to the sieve to eat it with relish, and when it was finished, it actually left with a big swing. As it walked, it seemed to be saying, "If you want to catch the bird, go through me first!" Dor was furious and was just about to extend her fist when she was stopped by her brother. The brother grabbed a large handful of millet from the rice bag and sprinkled it in the sieve, just as the father came down from the roof and told Dole that they had to sprinkle a little millet on the outside of the sieve, and sprinkle more inside the sieve, and those hungry birds could be clever, eating the outside first, and then carefully drilling inside.
Father helped Doll rearrange the trap, and before long, a small bird jumped and ran towards the sieve, feeling that there was no danger, and ate a few grains of millet. Dole's heart was so nervous that her throat was wide open, and her hand involuntarily pulled the rope, "Whoops", the sieve fell, and the bird was frightened and flew away. "Run." Dole sighed. The brother whispered to comfort Dore: "It doesn't matter, it is to report the news, and there will be many birds coming later." Sure enough, after a while, a group of birds that are "not afraid of death" flew in, chirping into the sieve, Dole's two eyes were tightly staring, the palms of her hands were sweating nervously, and when the birds were all in the sieve, the brother waved to Dore, and Dole pulled the rope along the way, ha! Only two ran away. "Success!" Doll jumped three feet high with joy, and she and her brother ran over quickly, lifted the sieve, and released the bird.
Time is momentary and short-lived, so those loves and warmth are always extraordinarily hurried, not cherished, and passed away in the blink of an eye. Time is eternal and long, so those loves and warmth are always engraved in the heart, and they cannot be forgotten for a lifetime.
【About the author】Yuan Erhui is a teacher at Xinxian Central Hope Primary School. After graduating from the middle school, in the fertile soil of education that I love, the spring rain is dotted and the life is silent.