It's a bit of a struggle to write it out, but how can such a game not be recorded?
How to faithfully express the original name of this game, really made me scratch my head, until it was published to the public, the document unceremoniously used green wavy lines to remind the word of the error, barely counted only the word "pulp", the bottom of the water word, a kind of thing of the pulp water, let me think of children in the warm winter sun, because the game squeezed out of the various "pulp water" - tears, sweat, snot, foot sweat ... There's even...
It must be in the middle of winter, in the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, when the sky is cold and the eyebrows are raised, but the sun is very good, and the heart is not distracted. Unfortunately, last night was too cold, the chill that penetrated between the corrugated ditches of the house, sneaking down the eaves in the morning, I thought I could throw myself down, I couldn't help but stay, hanging in the middle of the two tiles, hesitantly became ice edges, a whole row of high and low, even the sun can not change. On such a cold day, there is no wind to run around, and if there is wind, you can only hide under the grass stacks or in the corners of the eaves. The farmers are only idle for idle people, diligently running to the city to repair farm tools and turn over quilts to store goods for the New Year, and they are too busy to run in and out and can't stop. Idle, can idle out of the salt flowers - sleep until the sun in the morning three poles, early at noon squatting a bowl of pickles to make rice, to two or three o'clock in the afternoon cold time, what to do? Holding the daughter-in-law to sleep is laughed at, rubbing mahjong small cards nine can not afford to lose... The old and young people in the village hid under the eaves and chatted with the wind.
Of course, that's the business of adults, children can't stop, but also find a roof, and start one of the few games in winter - "across the European pulp". Find an old wall under the eaves to make a venue, the cement wall of the new building is not OK, the cement rough pull and scratch clothes, the new lime still loves to rub on people, the adults look at the accurate scolding: and the European pulp has gone! Too old walls are not good, broken bricks and broken tiles are lingering, here is stuffed with a rag, there is a board brush hanging there, there are also a few stinky socks blocking the wind, which can not afford the children to "separate", often too late to make a sound, the sound in the ears, either the deafening scolding of the owner of the house, or the old house Laraz Lala vague resistance, as if at any time to "turn into tens of millions", thousands of troops and horses fell down - its threat, and then the skins are all deserted and fled. It's just warm and warm, and the whole village knows that it's not good. The old and new houses are the best, can not help squeezing the owner and not distressed, folding the sleeves to see a group of children under the eaves like a drawer just out of the pot buns, all fluffy, only steaming, lime half old also count, rub the point on the rubbing point.
The sun was brave, and what a large pen was used, and the eaves of the black and gray roof were splashed white, golden, and translucent. Seven or eight children are enough, but there must be people who can speak loudly, and there is no need to stare at the mouth and a wave of the hand, and a team of people and horses should look like this. First pick a large one to stand at the corner of the wall root, hunch back and shrink the head and shoulder angle to the right angle wall, and make lunges on both feet. This is the leader set up a good position, like the foundation, nest wind, solid, the key to the success or failure of the game. The next seats were not good or bad, only the last one was played lightly, everyone else had left and right sides to attack, only he was focused on the front, only looking forward and ignoring the back.
At the beginning of the game, everyone stared in the same direction in a daze, just waiting for the command: Across the European pulp... I don't know who shouted "bitterly", the team of six or seven people instantly shrank to half the length, and everyone automatically turned into slender, grinning, red-faced, and screaming in the sky... In the winter, beads of sweat fell from the faces of a few small fat men, and the short hair was steaming hot. Don't stop, the fist is tight, the teeth are clenched, the shoulders are in and out, afraid that the one in front of you can't squeeze out, and afraid that the dove behind you will occupy the magpie's nest, and for a moment of urgency, shouting and holding back... Oops, whose crotch is uproar? Whose pants are wet? Whose tears are running? Who cried: not squeezed out, not squeezed out... Who wiped their tears to the end of the line to make up for it? Who laughs while crying in wet pants? Whose mother came with a stick of firewood? Who startled the crows in the trees? Whose little friend laughed out of his teeth? Who is shouting "across the european pulp, the next European pulp..."
Yes, I was so confused about how to properly combine the meaning of the game with the dialect, so I consulted an expert teacher who studied the local dialect. The teacher thought about it for half a day and said: Use this first, see and listen to it is still appropriate. "Gou Ou Pulp" is a game in the winter of children in Ningbo in eastern Zhejiang, and the writer Wang Xuan also played this game in his childhood, and they called it "squeezing hemp" there. Mr. Lin Haiyin also wrote about this kind of game, which is called squeezing old rice in Beijing, and there is a children's song when playing a game that is very vivid: squeeze ah squeeze old rice, squeeze out to feed you... Sincerely speaking, the name of the game is not as cheerful and interesting as we say it in the vernacular here, but this children's song is much more interesting than our silly shouting "one, two, three". This kind of game is simple and simple, but it can fly happily to the sky. "Partition" is squeezed, "Ou pulp" is fecal soil, with "Ou pulp" to explain, containing the local dialect of the earthy taste, in order to let people who have played this game in the hour, instantly feel the happiness of the upside down days - enthusiasm in the cold, leniency in the forced servants, rich in poverty, happiness in difficulties.
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