Text | Yang Aiwu
Three or five groups of pretty little girls, hong mao into a pinch of toes flowers.
It is as good as a thousand twisting feather dances, and it is as good as jumping and flying.
The body is like a swallow, and the face is like a xia. The child is idle and forgets to return home.
Lift forward and hit the air, and string silver bells are far away.
One
In mid-April of that year, I went to Jiaozuo, Henan Province, to participate in a bid. To prepare the tender, I arrived two days early, on Saturday. On Sunday, because it was a public holiday, I gave myself a half-day off, walked out of the hotel, and wandered to Jiaozuo People's Park.
The most beautiful April day on earth. Walking into the park, some well-known and unknown green trees and red flowers are in harmony; men, women, young and old citizens wander in the good spring light, or walk, or boxing, or play chess, or compete with fitness equipment, each one looks pleasant. I habitually took out my mobile phone, put on my headphones, clicked on "K Song for all", and gladly, Tao Taoran, and somewhat flutterily listened to the excerpt of the Henan Yu opera "Mu Guiying Hangs The Marshal" that I had just learned to sing, "Three Cannons Outside the Gate", and walked lightly in a park in a foreign land.
As I walked, I suddenly thought, in such a large space, why don't I take off my headphones and let my singing voice fly for a while? Thinking of doing it, I neatly took off the headphones, and just at this moment, a burst of Yu opera singing voice with emotion came from the head, and I wondered: Is my voice so loud in Henan? Listening again, the sound came from the veranda covered by flowers and vines on the east side of the road, and I followed the sound to see an old sister whose appearance was singing very devotedly, her voice was high, excited, and extremely penetrating and infectious. I stood there and listened for a while. Compared to her voice, my hoarse singing is probably only humming...
Like a curious little girl, I would stop in front of the crowd of singing opera, go to the ping-pong table to watch the game, and inadvertently swim to the peony garden, and the blooming peony made me instantly blossom: I just watched the apricot blossoms in Datong, Shanxi a few days ago, and turned around and met the peony in Jiaozuo. Liu Yuxi's peony "The peony in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond hibiscus is pure and less affectionate." Only the peony is the true national color, and the flowers move the capital during the blossom season. "The Tao has fulfilled the voice of the people who love peonies."
Two
Leaving the peony garden, moving forward, six or seven people were kicking shuttlecocks together. The fluttering shuttlecock stirred my thoughts at once, and I stood there looking a little fascinated. One of the lads warmly invited me to kick a few... When I kicked nearly 30 in one go, my legs felt like I couldn't lift them, and I deftly caught the shuttlecock with my hand.
They said in unison, "Great." ”
Where do they know that kicking shuttlecocks was my housekeeping skill when I was a child.
The game in childhood memories, the most impressive thing is to kick the shuttlecock.
I can set my left foot on my right foot, I can open my bow kick with my left and right feet (and I can kick inside and out), I can turn around and kick, and I can jump and kick.
I remember kicking sandbags, which were sewn from a few pieces of cloth of the same or different colors and filled with sand or corn kernels. Sandbags can be kicked or thrown. Later, I saw that many students kicked chicken feather shuttlecocks, and chicken feather shuttlecocks were better and better than sandbags. Especially Xiaofang's classmate's chicken feather shuttlecock, when kicked up, the colored, long chicken feathers drew a flashing arc under the sun, flowing and beautiful. In order to tie a similar shuttlecock, I waited at the door of the chicken nest early in the morning, half-knelt there, and waited for the chicken to come out of the nest, grabbed it, and carefully selected the feathers. I grabbed one chicken feather after another, and there was no favorite chicken feather, and Grandma told me that the feathers of the little fang shuttlecock were on the rooster. We don't have any roosters at home.
Later, I often instigated my grandmother to ask other grandmothers for good chicken feathers.
At that time, the winter in my hometown was snowy, and I often kicked the shuttlecock in a clearing that had just been cleared after the snow: surrounded by snow, I was wearing a flower cotton jacket that my grandmother had sewn for me, colorful chicken feathers swayed in the wind as my feet rose and fell, my braids were thrown into a beautiful arc because of the beating of my body, and in the cold air, the heat I exhaled seemed so obvious, and my little face was red from the lack of movement.
Every winter I wear an extra pair of cotton shoes than other children. On that beautiful spring day, I received a beam of light, and at the other end of the light was a teenager who had just opened his heart, and the teenager, the beam of light, and the flower-filled banyan tree were frozen in the depths of my soul from then on.
At that time, a "Legend of Shen Pearl" was being broadcast on TELEVISION. I don't like those twists and turns of the story, but I was attracted by a set of shots of Shen Pearl kicking shuttlecocks: the colorful and colorful shuttlecocks flew like butterflies, the nature of the girl was revealed, and Wu Xingcai's female Shen Pearl was also a master of kicking shuttlecocks. Since then, I have remembered one word in the lyrics: Lan Xin Huiqian, these four words became the highest standard for evaluating girls in my mind at that time, and I worked hard for this. Before that, I always thought that kicking shuttlecocks was just a child's game, and after that I felt that kicking shuttlecocks was such a beautiful thing.
Unfortunately, there was no such competition at that time, or, at my level at that time, who would the champion give me?
Three
When I kicked the shuttlecock again, I was a new woman. Soon after I got married, my husband and I went back to my hometown. In the evening, we were playing shuttlecocks in the farm yard, and suddenly my husband flew up, and his shoes flew into the air and landed on the roof ridge of the Westinghouse. The husband was there. I couldn't help but smile and lean forward and backward, completely without the conservatism of my new daughter-in-law, and I couldn't care about the presence of my in-laws.
Later, the unit organized the March 8th Festival activities, one of which was kicking shuttlecocks. When I saw the shuttlecock, I couldn't help but itch, and if no one was kicking, the people around me who were kicking were quiet, and I was still kicking. Probably because I usually feel too old-fashioned, my chairman at the time commented on me: seeing that she is usually quite calm, I didn't expect to kick the shuttlecock so much...
Four
For many years, whenever I think of shuttlecocks, I think of Sister Qing. At that time, in that village, the person who accompanied me the most to kick the shuttlecock was Sister Qing. Qingjie Mei Qingmu Xiu, in our company, is considered handsome. When Qingjie looks at things, she likes to squint her eyes, as if she is very focused. I've observed her many times because of this. What does it feel like to squint your eyes to see something? I have imitated it, but it seems that I can never get into the play: I can only make a look with my squinting eyes, and I have to look at things squarely.
Sister Qing's father participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and was wounded in the war, and Sister Qing had two older brothers and one older sister, and one younger brother and one younger sister. Sister Qing's father has no ability to work, there are many children in the family, and the life of Sister Qing's family is tighter than that of ordinary families. Qingjie's younger brother has a problem with intelligence, it seems that he is six or seven years old and can't walk, Qingjie carries him around all day to play, that is indeed carrying, not hugging, not back, so with the arm clamp, like my grandmother clipped the quilt. When she got to my house, I dragged the futon that the grandmothers usually sat on, and she put her brother on the futon and started playing with me to kick the shuttlecock.
No matter how long it took to kick, the child just sat stupidly, not crying or making trouble. Later, one day, I suddenly couldn't find something, I expanded my imagination to investigate, and finally confirmed: her family is the poorest, she went to my house the most times, she must have stolen it. I told my guess to other students, this news spread in our circle, Qingjie found me, explained to me that she did not take my things, in order to prove her innocence, she even swore and cursed, I always stubbornly refused to believe her. Sister Qing has never been to my house since.
Since junior high school, I have gone to school in other places. It seems that when I was in my second year of high school, My sister Qing and a worker at the town grain office fell in love. At that time, the workers in the grain house ate public grain, and Qingjie was able to find workers, and how many rural girls were envious. I grew up doing good things, and after hearing the news of Qingjie's love, I wanted to know what kind of man Qingjie had found. It happened that my school was not far from the grain house, so I took advantage of a weekend and made an excuse to secretly go to see the man who had a crush on Qingjie. The man was handsome and very kind. I was happy for My Sister Qing from the bottom of my heart.
Five
Since that incident, I have never seen Qingjie again. Over the years, my guilt towards My Sister Qing has grown almost with age. My youthful ignorance, my self-righteousness, must have left a shadow in her heart. I hope that Sister Qing has been living happily for so many years. After forty years, I would like to give Qingjie an apology: Qingjie, I'm sorry, please forgive my sister.
About the author: Yang Aiwu, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province such as Zibo Financial and Economic News, Ten Years of Literary Scene, Zibo Sound Screen Newspaper, Qingdao Morning Post, Beijing Youth Daily, China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily, Shandong Pictorial, Rural Public, etc. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
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