Looking back at the spring of childhood, that pure joy never comes back

The spring of childhood is full of joy. (Source: Mamen Wuji 858)

In my childhood of wearing thin cotton jackets and single trousers, I rushed to send away winter, and spring came.

Such a spring will always bring many new things to the friends.

The spring of childhood is innocent and rustic, carefree, always joyful and proud.

The gentle spring rains are always pouring. The warm spring sun is like the smile of a beautiful woman. The gentle spring breeze is like the gentleness of a beautiful woman. Spring has become a paradise where all things move, always brewing vitality for the wet and fertile earth, bringing hope and longing to childhood.

Chunyang and Chunyu in childhood seem to be twin brothers and sisters, often interacting in confrontations. From time to time, friends joke that this weather often cries and laughs, just like the emotions of our childhood.

The riverbank ditch, the front of the house, the willow by the water can't wait to spit out the buds, grow into tiny willow leaves, resolutely play the spring prelude, stretch out thousands of strands, Yuanna colorful, with the wind, duck green goose yellow, feminine wind. There was also the spring wind, no longer the coldness of the spring cold material, and it was the turn of the little friends to recite "Ancient wood yin in the middle of the short canopy, the staff quinoa to help me cross the bridge east." Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles do not chill willow wind. "Wait for the ancient poems related to the willow."

Friends sometimes pick up willow branches, tie them into hats and wear them on their heads, and then write and direct themselves or learn the storyline of open-air movies, and play their favorite wonderful dramas.

In the spring, Mulberry Leaf inadvertently sneaked out of her head and stretched her body. The little friends' little silkworm babies in the house who looked like they didn't open their eyes were blessed.

We were all elated, teaming up in a production team to pick the best mulberry leaves in the mulberry woods in the river soil and go home to raise silkworms. My silkworm babies are kept in round bamboo baskets. Curled silkworm babies crawl slowly on the tender green mulberry leaves, leaving thin pores or gaps in the mulberry leaves wherever they go.

From time to time, the friends visit each other to compare the feeding of silkworm babies. From time to time, chanting "Zi Zhi Zhi Zhi Si Chang, look at the silkworm thick and afraid of leaf thinness." I don't believe that Yang Liuyue, the jade man has never returned to singing and dancing. "The cocoon of hard work is not enough, and the reeling under the lamp is longer. I don't know where it comes from, but I covet the embroidered mandarin duck on my clothes. "It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet each other, and the east wind is powerless." Spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into gray tears began to dry. Xiao Jing but the clouds changed, and the night groan should feel the cold of the moonlight. Pengshan has no more roads to go, and the blue bird is attentive to visit. ”

In fact, most of the poems recited by the friends were learned from a few respected grandfathers in the village. They are all people who have read a lot of books and can always mingle with their friends. They taught us to recite poems while loving the silver whiskers that seemed to be the length of a ruler with their hands. In our eyes, they are like the worldly masters of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone.

The grass always comes out of the mud with the aroma of the earth, and uses small life to nurture the new green of the earth. The grass is as fine as a nostalgic fly-headed letter, always brushing in unison to point to the distant sky, writing their tiny history.

The thick grass along the embankment grew taller. Standing on the embankment, from a distance, the embankment is like a meandering green dragon, lying quietly around the Lake Township Embankment, always protecting the integrity of the embankment. The grass is the crop of the levee, the green protective coat of the levee, and it also provides abundant food for herbivores such as pigs, cattle and sheep. There are also grasshoppers that stay on the tip of the lush grass, their eyes dripping and turning, and the little friends catch them from time to time, chasing them around, with nowhere to hide, and then they become the delicacies of the starlings and chickens.

In the warm spring sun, the levee is a great place for children to play, and many games are staged here. The friends, dressed in plain old clothes, homemade wooden shell guns and red tassels embellished with red stripes, watched a pair of ants lining up on the embankment, and at this moment, a large group of ants was carrying a green-headed fly to their granary.

Friends will always use their free time to watch cattle, watch pigs, collect wild dung and other free time to play various games together. For example: playing marbles, throwing handkerchiefs, catching cats and cats, rolling iron rings, rock scissors cloth, playing tops, kicking shuttlecocks, flipping ropes, playing with slingshots, jumping rubber bands, hopscotching, pinching mud, catching stones, cockfighting, flying kites. Everyone had a lot of fun.

Spring has awakened the purple and red flowers in the countryside, scrambling to show beautiful postures, and the colorful and dreamy spring is full of vitality and vitality.

As early as winter, in front of the old house bay floor, hundreds of-year-old tea trees have flower buds, and they quietly wait for spring. As soon as the spring breeze blows, some of them are full of buds, like large and red dates, as if they are about to burst open; some bloom freely, showing charming smiles. In the face of these beautiful camellias, the little friends always know how to pity the fragrant jade, in addition to watching nearby, touching with their hands, they all have the self-discipline of not picking.

Spring spits on branches such as peach, plum and pear trees in front of and behind the house. The little open mouth doesn't know what it's whispering? But the little friends can't wait to look forward to the early arrival of the harvest day to feast on their mouths.

Spring is pervasive. Once, we rowed a boat to the old shipyard on the other side of the river to watch the open-air drama, and accidentally found a dry dock, with a pear tree, and the blooming white flowers jumped into our eyes, and this busy and crowded place was also quietly infiltrated by spring, which was really incredible.

In the spring fields, in addition to the green wheat, the most eye-catching is the safflower grass and rape flowers in the mound field.

On the young stems of safflower grass grow a branch of a flower that is as white as a small torch and red in color. The safflower grass does not compete with the golden canola flowers, and gathers into a pink ocean with a petite and delicate body, just like a quiet and beautiful pastoral picture.

At that time, safflower grass was mainly used as natural green manure in farmland, and of course, it could also be used as feed for pigs. Although we do not have the Qing people Zhu Yizun "grass grows in the field, the flowers bloom like a yin, can sit and lie down, and drink from this mud." "The conditions are the same as Yaxing, but the little friends chase bees and honey in the soft carpet-like safflower grass fields, and hold wrestling and fighting competitions that are indispensable projects.

In the spring, the small friends go to the field to beat the pig grass is a routine work arranged by the family. Dig up the yellow cauliflower, by the way, pull a few handfuls of safflower grass into the yellow cauliflower, this is the little cleverness of the little partner. In this way, a bamboo basket is quickly filled, the task of beating pig grass is quickly completed, and there is time to play together in the field full of safflower grass.

In the spring, the water in the ponds and ditches rises, and the tadpoles swim in groups, and the little friends often catch tadpoles to take home to raise, trying to carefully observe how they remove their tails and become frogs, but every time the tadpoles die, it has become a stupid thing to do. Tadpoles are supposed to be in nature, and that's their world.

When the ponds and ditches are full, there are more fish. Especially after the spring thunderstorm, we bring simple bamboo fishing gear such as dustpans and bamboo cages, and we can always catch original fish and shrimp, loach and eel in canals, paddy fields and ponds, which are the delicacies on the tip of our tongue.

In those days, pork was eaten less, but as long as you were diligent, fish was a home-cooked dish that did not need to be bought at the cost of money. Of course, the snails in the paddy fields and ponds are also table delicacies.

In the vibrant spring, we did not tighten the strings of reading, did not go to special classes, did not have mobile phones, did not have valuable toys, and did not spend endless pocket money. Even after school, our childhood involves collective labor and housework within our means. Such as watching cattle, watching pigs, picking up wild manure, cutting cattle grass, beating pig grass, planting seedlings, pulling grass, and stepping on grass. However, after school, we have very little homework, and the rest of the time we play in groups, integrating ourselves into the beautiful countryside and showing our childlike nature.

In childhood, tired of working and playing during the day, lying in the spring night, soon entering a sweet, golden dream.

The spring of childhood, always bright, green, full of joy, is innocent.

I always want to use a childlike heart that will never fade to feel the spring that I once had. (Text/Cao Yueqing)