Once a young man loved to chase dreams,
One heart only flies in dreams.
Push open the mossy wooden door,
Low wall low tiles,
On an empty muddy ground,
A few barefoot friends squatted on the ground,
Cool mud seems to bring a hint of coolness.
There were a few people there holding clay men,
There were a few mud cannons in louder than who threw them.
Someone stole the copper plate from the house to roll farther than anyone else,
Someone took out a rare glass ball of milk and exchanged it with someone else.
Everything in front of you,
For us post-70s and post-80s,
It was as if it were just yesterday.
Playing marbles is one of the favorite games for friends.
Take a big ball and press it deep into the mud,
Draw a horizontal line a little farther away,
Punch someone else's ball into the hole,
He won his ball.
Watching a few big brothers play there,
I had to pestered them to let me play a game too.
I didn't win, but I didn't win.
If you lose, you will cry your nose and play with your nose,
Go home with the marbles.
It was around 1985.
I heard that my uncle, who works in Shanghai, has come home.
Follow your brothers and sisters,
Fart to go to Grandma's house to see uncle,
In fact, what is calculated in my heart is that
How many pieces of white rabbit milk candy candy can I get this time?
How many cents a piece?
Cards of various patterns hung all over the glass counters of the commissary,
Buy home and carefully cut it out with scissors,
Put it in a matchbox.
Journey to the West and Transformers of that year,
Huluwa wait, ah! Too much.
What impressed me was that I had a card of Yuan Shi Tianzun,
These were later given to the neighbors by the mother.
Otherwise it would be nice to treasure it for my son, [cover your face]
Now that I think about it,
It is understandable for children today to buy all kinds of bumpy cards.
In those days, there would still be frequent power outages.
Every night at 6 o'clock, an episode of the cartoon will be lost.
After dinner, we sat around the kerosene lamp at the dinner table.
On the wall are all kinds of hand shadows,
My best little bunny hand shadow,
That's when I learned it.
Now I occasionally perform for my son.
Brothers and sisters often ask their parents to tell some ghost stories,
I was both scared and wanted to hear.
Time flies, there was no kindergarten at that time,
Only kindergarten classes, together in elementary school,
I don't know if this is the case with you there.
The desks were very old.
There are often potholes,
When I was writing, I accidentally punctured the homework book.
Needless to say, the stool,
Except for the broken leg, it is shaken back and forth,
Occasionally, if you are not careful, it will make your ass hurt.
Crayons were a must-have item for art classes at that time.
The colors in the book are too monotonous and come in handy.
That P was so impressed,
Now when teaching children to read pinyin,
It also comes to mind "splashing water".
A green spring knife,
It should be an essential tool for every student in the class.
Pressing it will pop up, and then use the knife handle on your stomach,
The blade of the knife pressed against the desk, and it closed back,
It's still quite unsafe to think about this tool now.
Tong Shu is not deceived, suitable for all ages.
Five cents a stick, not willing to bite, are licked a few times.
Sometimes coughing for many days does not get better,
Mom said, see if you still eat popsicles?
It's all made in a pig pen.
Look at that color and really believe. [Cover your face]
A half-cut candle sticks to the canned bottle.
At night, tie a rope and carry it out with a stick,
Think about it as fast as you are in front of you, time flies so fast,
In the blink of an eye, the year has passed.
Rubber tubes for bicycle valves,
At that time, you can find an uncle who repairs bicycles to buy one,
Go to the back door of the small clinic in the village,
Steal a used syringe,
Fill it with water, you can play with it as a water gun,
Chase after your friends to play in the water.
An iron circle ran all over the village,
"Circle" can not stop falling,
I don't know how many friends can do it.
At that time, someone took the toilet hoop at home and made it.
Some people stole the bamboo circle embroidered by their mother.
At that time, there was no plastic track on the playground of the elementary school.
There is also no cement floor,
The plastic sandals that my mother bought were always stuck with small stones,
At night, a blister is often ground by plastic at the ankle.
The toy "gunpowder gun" is so expensive, it seems to cost three or five dollars,
Or a revolver, a version of gunpowder cut,
Cut into grains, tucked into the barrel,
Can fire a range of a few meters,
At that time, the straw heaps in the village often suffered.
This platter has a variety of patterns,
I remember there was one named Huarong Dao,
I didn't know what it meant at the time.
Anyway, after the spelling, it is a complete picture,
Cao Cao can go to the outermost grid.
All kinds of little things made of newspapers,
What else can you make?
I remember there was one called "Southeast, Northwest",
It's fun to write on each corner above,
It can also be made into lanterns, frogs and so on.
This paper pistol is made of chopsticks as a gun,
Add a rubber band to bounce paper.
At that time, Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas were very popular,
Sit in front of the black-and-white TV every night,
That opening song and ending song,
We always copied several pamphlets.
Film and television star stickers were a must at that time,
I remember that the little tigers had just caught fire at that time,
At that time, Wu Qilong was really too handsome.
At that time, I didn't know what a Luban lock was.
Just a fun ball.
You have to come in order to unravel,
After the fight is done, it is a ball that will not fall apart no matter how it is dropped.
There was no money at that time.
Lying in front of the glass counter of the supply and marketing cooperative,
Look at the villain book inside until the salesman comes.
Later, my brother stole the family's money and went to buy a few copies to come back.
Beaten up,
But I looked at my "gourd baby" with trepidation.
The past is like smoke and fog,
Steamed by the sun,
Blown away by the breeze.
But childhood memories,
It's been remembered in my heart.