"Fighting Spring" is in Lunan's hometown, and people are accustomed to calling Lichun "Fighting Spring". There are many theories about the origin of the spring, passed down from generation to generation, and one of them impressed me deeply. On the day of spring, waiting to be cultivated in the open

"Playing Spring"

In Lunan's hometown, people used to call Lichun a tachun.

There are many theories about the origin of the spring, passed down from generation to generation, and one of them impressed me deeply.

On the day of spring, on the empty land to be cultivated, a bamboo tube with joints is buried in advance, and the depth of the soil part is suitable, the bamboo tube is decorated with red silk cloth, and the upper end of the bamboo tube mouth is placed with a feather. Not far from the bamboo tube, there is a ploughing cow with a red cloth tied to the horn, a plough, and a red rope tied to the whip of the cow.

The neighbors, centered on bamboo tubes and cultivating cattle, form a large circle, holding their breath and anxiously waiting for an opportunity for the intersection of heaven and earth.

The feathers seemed to tremble, the crowd was also a little commotion, and then the feathers seemed to be surging with a trace of qi, and soon a magical scene appeared, and the feathers gradually left the mouth of the bamboo tube and rose...

The crowd was excited, and suddenly, the firecrackers that had been prepared on the periphery were fired, and the sound was earth-shattering. The ploughman raised the red silk whip and drank a long drink, the ploughing cattle hoofed forward, and the new soil turned out by the iron plough emitted a fragrant smell one by one!

This is a scene that has been experienced by older generations, and I have only heard about it. The only memories of playing spring are rag dolls and the like that sewn by my mother.

When I was a child, on the morning of Lichun Day, I was woken up by my mother and dressed, and my mother took out a beautiful rag doll from the pillow and hung it on my chest. The doll was sewn from colorful rags, filled with cotton, and had small arms and legs. Eyelashes, nose and mouth are sewn with black thread, and the eyes are first cut and pasted in place with tin foil, and then embroidered with colored threads, and the white place is shining, like a vivid doll looking at me.

I couldn't wait to run up the street and show it to my neighbors. The children quickly got together, each displaying their own rag dolls, their faces filled with pride and satisfaction.

Spring dolls send spring chickens. After the time of spring, there was still spring to be sent, and in the evening, the mother took out the chicken sewn with cloth and sewed it on the arm sleeve of the cotton jacket.

The chickens were mostly male and female, also made of rags, also filled with cotton, and each one was full. The rooster is red, the tail is cut into strips of silk with several colors of cloth, fluttering in the wind, the hen is mostly sewn with floral cloth, and the tail is upturned. A few beans are strung together and hang under the chicken's mouth, but the chicken's eyes are made of pepper seeds, and a small knot is strung on the appropriate part of the chicken head with a black line, which comes alive. I remember one year when I accidentally wiped my face with my sleeve, and the result was hot and sunny, and I still remember it vividly.

Those few days were very happy, and that happiness came from the rag doll and the cloth chicken, and even many days after that, they did not want to take it off.

The weather was getting warmer and everything seemed to be different overnight. The river in front of the village is frozen, the grass roots are sprouting, the swallows are home, the willow branches are green...

Fold a willow branch, turn it, let its skin and bone separate, pull off the outer skin intact, pinch one end, try to blow a few sounds, so that a willow flute is ready, and the "whining" flute is very magical, attracting dancing butterflies.

The butterfly flew up and down, left and right, fast and slow, white, yellow, pink, flying into the oily wheat field, sometimes shaking its wings on the tip of the young leaves of the wheat.

The children took off their cotton coats and ran into the wheat fields, chasing the temptations: butterflies falling, setting fire to the pot...

Near the end of the production team, the adults shouted about their children. The children hurriedly put on the cotton ponies they had taken off, like lambs running to their adults, and some did not forget to pick up a handful of hay, and when they came home, they stuffed it into the chicken nest, and one of the hens in the nest flew out, "Kada, Gada" A chirp, that cry infected the chickens of the neighbors, and the farther it went, the more dense the chirping became.

Spring is really coming!

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