Born in the 70s| joy as a child is as simple as that

In the 1980s, kindergartens were not popular, most of us were scattered at home, adults went to work, the elderly were doing home work, we played crazy in the courtyard and alley, played games, memorized children's songs, and drank wine, and played every day to sleep and forget to eat, and we were very happy.

I remember the nursery rhymes at that time like tongue twisters: Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, there was a jar in the temple, there was a basin in the jar, there was a bowl in the basin, there was a spoon in the bowl, there was a piece of meat in the spoon, you ate it, I was hungry, my story was over!

There is also another one that is still popular: the little mouse goes to the lampstand, steals oil and can't eat it, squeaks and squeaks Grandma, Grandma refuses to come, and grunts and rolls down.

A few people, laughing and jumping, shouting children's songs to run all over the alley, that is from the heart of happiness!

Spring came, I learned the way of adults, cut open a piece of soil, sprinkle loofah seeds, cross bamboo sticks as a fence, water every day, watch the small buds break the soil and grow small leaves, wait until the vines are stretched out, find a thick stick to stand in the soil, watch the vines wrap around it, when I am about to climb to the height of the door frame, step on the stool, nail a few nails, tie the grass rope crisscrossing the nails, the vine climbs the grass rope, grows savagely in the sun, and blossoms into a yellow flower, Grandma told me, that is a "lie flower", why? Grandma said that flowering will bear fruit, but this kind of lying flower will not bear fruit, at that time I thought, people love to lie, I did not expect that flowers also love to say! Later, when I grew up, I learned that the so-called lie flower refers to the male flower.

In the summer, the loofah hangs down, hanging on the melon rack, the leaves often fall green vegetable insects, the flesh of the body is soft, I am bold, always hold the green insects in the palm of my hand, walk to the adults, children, suddenly open their hands, squirming insects often frighten people to scream, scatter and flee, I laughed loudly, this kind of prank was staged for several years.

The young loofah was picked and stir-fried by Grandma, and left until the autumn, dried and aged to make loofah dumplings, used for bathing and cleaning, remembering that Grandma also asked me to send loofahs to every household in the courtyard.

When I was a child, I used to play with ants, block their way with matchsticks, or make rivers out of a few drops of water, sprinkle steamed bun residue at the mouth of the ant hole, wait for the vanguard to find out, and then notify the reinforcements, carry them one by one, gradually line up and line up, and methodically transport the steamed bun slag to the hole. I slowly discovered that the ants' tentacles were contact signals, and they greeted each other by their tentacles. I also went to see the ants after the heavy rain, under the wet mud, they were tenaciously busy, using the soil to cover up the collapsed hole and repair it. Watching ants move, carry food, and build nests was a passion for me at a certain time in my childhood.

When I was a child, I also liked to watch cartoons, and I was impressed by the "Great Haunting Heavenly Palace", in which the image of the peach heart face of the Monkey King was simply classic, the Jade Emperor was majestic but his fingers were slender, and the image of the Erlang God was later printed on the wool piece, especially when the "Qi Tian Dasheng" banner flew, the mood was excited, and the moment the alchemy furnace came out, the chest was directly expressed. I still remember that after watching the cartoon, I organized the children to gather and shouted: "Children, practice!" "It is exactly the language of Sun Wukong when he trains the little monkeys." Subsequently, several versions of the "Journey to the West" theme of the cartoon, although the production is large, there are many special effects, but I still like this version the most.

The picture is also beautiful in "Nine Colored Deer", which gives the nine-colored deer a sound that is too good, gentle and atmospheric, with love. Especially at the end, the passage that warns mankind to take revenge and is intolerable to heaven, and the ugly face of the snake man on the screen leaves too deep an impression on me. Even later, when I studied "The Snake Catcher", I always had the ugly image of the snake man in the nine-colored deer in my mind. When I grew up, I learned that this cartoon was based on the Dunhuang mural "Deer King Bunsheng".

Then there is "The Story of Avanti", which I love to watch too much, and I have watched it many times. Among them, selling shade is the most exciting, after Mr. Bayi sold the shade, there is no way to go, can only climb over the wall. The most amusing thing is that Avanti sold the shade under the sun, and then came out of the shade under the moon, and knocked the bamboo bar of Lord Bayi, and returned the money he had squeezed out of the poor. Especially this section: at night, the cry of the donkey alarms Lord Bayi, he pushes open the window, and two small donkeys probe into the head... The "donkey calling" image made me giggle. "I ride on that little donkey and enjoy it, and the song accompanies me to ride the wind and walk in the wind" Is there a familiar feeling in this melody?

Interestingly, in 2018, I went to Turkey for a tour and learned in Konya that Avanti was actually a Turk and that his hometown was in Konya. Come to think of it, the image of Avanti is a bit similar to the famous Dervish monk in Turkey. Here, I also saw a statue of him riding a small donkey upside down, I always thought that Avanti was from Xinjiang, why did he become a saint in Turkey? Inquiring Du Niang knew that Avanti was not a personal name, meaning "sir", which was simply subverting my cognition.

Time is gone, the joy of childhood has never been seen again when I grew up, and I will end with a passage from Mr. Mader:

I slowly understood why I wasn't happy because I was always expecting a result.

Reading a book expects it to make me deeper,

Eating and swimming expecting it to make me lose weight,

Send a text message expecting it to be replied to,

It is good to expect it to respond to people,

Write a story about a mood expecting it to be noticed and comforted,

Attending an event is expected to be rewarded with a fulfilling and enriching experience.

If these preset expectations are realized, breathe a sigh of relief.

What if you didn't implement Nick? Self-pity.

But when I was a child, I was the same me.

Spend an afternoon watching the ants move, waiting for the stones to blossom,

When I was a child, I didn't expect results, and when I was a child, I didn't discount my laughter.