As I get older, I prefer to be closer to two groups, one is a child and the other is an elderly person. LuoqingHe Riverside Park is the back garden of several nearby communities, and naturally has become a paradise for the elderly and children. Whenever I get here, my eyes are always fixed on children and the elderly.
Three children came out of the side door of the community, one white fat, one thin and tall, one thin, small white fat holding a bamboo pole in his hand, the bamboo pole was tied to a green net pocket at one end, and the small thin tall carried a small red bucket with half a bucket of water in it, all wearing clean sweatshirts. They had just turned onto the paint road by the river, and like a wind-chasing teenager, they rushed to the river, and I immediately shouted, Stop! Kids stand still! Instinctively, they braked hard and turned to look at me.
I asked, where are you going? They said in unison, go catch the little tadpole. I asked, how many grades are you in? Bai Fat said, I was in the fifth grade of the experiment, Thin Gao said, I was in the third grade, in Buyun Elementary School, Little Black Skinny with a foreign accent, Auntie, I was in the second grade (maybe the reason I was wearing a sunhat, he didn't even see that I was Grandma, called me Auntie, and there was a little vanity in his heart). Thin Gao said that he was from Inner Mongolia and was a relative of my family. I said, the teacher told you, the river is dangerous, every year there are many children drowning. The little skinny tall said, we are not stupid, we just stand on the bridge. Little Inner Meng proudly rushed to say that every time I crossed the road, I pulled over and hid from the car. I said, you are all smart kids who know how to protect yourself. To the bridge on the station on the line, do not lean on the water's edge, too dangerous, besides, you see how overcast the sky is, it may rain, go home early Ha. They turned and ran cheerfully toward the bridge. Little Inner Mongolia turned his head to say hello to me, Auntie goodbye! Seeing their distant backs, it felt like the kids were cute.
Along the river park are scattered with elderly circles, according to different hobbies, the elderly people are also divided into different groups. One of the four crowds will perform a concert here every day, accompanied by an old man wearing reading glasses and pulling an erhu.
I watched curiously a few times, and when I took pictures of them, the younger aunt came over and said, don't laugh at us, we are just having fun together. I praised them for singing well, asked them how old they were, and to be honest, most of them sang in a less accurate tone. She introduced the old man with an envious look to The Old Man who said, This is a professor, I have been following him to learn songs for several years, they are 85 years old, they are two mouths. He also pointed to the gray-haired uncle who took the microphone and said, We are two mouths, 75 years old, he only learned to sing. I asked them where they lived, and they said they were not far away, living in the community. I saw that the professor's uncle Erhu was very vocal and colorful, so I asked if he had ever been a music teacher, and his old partner and children had robbed the words that they were all in the cooperative, and they liked it when they were young. I looked at the aunt carefully, wearing reading glasses, a sunhat, and a small light yellow silk scarf tied around her neck. I think that on such a hot day, I still wear a small silk scarf, which shows that my aunt loves beauty.
They sang a few old songs first, and the old professor sang a song "The Shepherd of Coco Xili", and I was surprised and said that the uncle could actually sing pop songs, which was really powerful! He proudly said, sing another pop song and immediately throw yourself into it. Maybe the song is too young for me to really hear. I quickly opened my phone to record him, and he threw himself into the song even more unsympathetically. Although the voice is a little hoarse, the high voice can not be picked up, the feelings are indeed in place, the feet and hands are gently beating, the head is also gently swinging with the song, and from time to time to look at my mobile phone camera. That little show, and the cute children are really a bit like, they are back to simplicity. The heart is simple, and happiness becomes simple.
At this time, the sound of cicadas is like a tide, one after another, and the park is even more lively.
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