A brilliant and colorful sunset is reflected on the flowing ditch, the weeds are verdant, the butterflies are flying, the chirping is known, and the metasequoia trees are in rows. On the surface of the river, countless splashes of water splashed and water dragons sparkled, shining silver in the sunset, and the laughter of children like silver bells resounded in the sky.
This is a group of children from the countryside in the river playing a game of water rafting. I saw a group of childish children naked, hanging tiles in their hands, throwing them against the water surface, the tiles jumped like flying when they were on the water surface, leaving a string of "footprints", the water splashed, "poof" sounded, leaving ripples on the water surface, and finally plunged into the water.
I saw the children playing this game half-squatting, leaning forward slightly, pinching the tile with the thumb and middle finger, the index finger in the back, and pulling out the index finger forcefully buckled inward, so that the tile rotated at high speed, and the tension of the water surface gave it an upward impact. According to a document, some experts have concluded after a long study that under the same conditions, when the tile is at an angle of 20 degrees to the water surface, the water drifting effect is the most perfect.
After the reform and opening up, the economy gradually developed, and most of the families built red bricks and red tiles or black bricks and black tiles. The riverside and lanes are scattered with small red or black tiles, especially the houses built by the people, and there are many broken tiles in front of and behind the houses. Like clever sappers, we mysteriously slipped over with our eyes wide open, picked up piece by piece, and puffed up in our trouser pockets. Then, the friends came to the river together and floated with each other.
The level of water drifting is uneven, some tiles can't stir up water drifting, and some can only stir up three or four. After going back and forth, we touched some doorways, and specially selected some flat and round ones, of course, the ones with arcs in the middle were the best. Generally, it can stir up seven or eight, or even a dozen floats. The "footprints" they fall on the water are closer than the other, much like the triple jump and multi-level long jump in sports.
Interestingly, we were floating in the river with calm reeds, and what we threw out was a splash of tiles, startling the wild ducks in the reeds, and they plunged into the water one by one, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The place where we often play water drifting is the small river in the north of us, which is contracted by a distant uncle to the east of the small three-dimensional kiln. The river is calm, and the kiln is full of piles of rubble, which is the ideal time to fetch the materials for drifting.
There are often such scenes, and there are a group of children on each side of the river to play and float. Some tiles can fly from the water to the opposite shore with a "puff", and the children on the opposite shore pick it up and fly over; Some will ask for an encounter in the river, and one will hold down the other. The most bizarre thing was a take-off in the air, the moment the two tiles collided in the middle of the river, and at the same time jumped diagonally into the sky. It was a rare spectacle, a once-in-a-millennium experience.
With the deepening of reform and opening up, the rural economy has been booming, most of our childhood friends go out to work and study, and at the same time, with more and more game tricks, the river surface is mostly covered by aquatic plants, and we gradually stop playing this as we grow older.
I remember that in the early nineties of the last century, I worked in Liubao, the hometown of the "second sister", and my six or seven-year-old son often walked with me in the evening. Once when he came home from school, he also floated in the water, and when he threw it to the third, he accidentally flew to the hand of a waiter in a restaurant who was squatting on the dock on the other side to wash dishes, and immediately bled non-stop, and his son was so frightened that he cried. Fortunately, the child is small, the river is wide, and the damage caused to the waiter is not big.
More than 10 years ago, when I went back to my hometown to see my parents, I saw a few children after school playing in the river, which is rare in the city. I suddenly "the old man talked about the boyish madness", smiled at the children and said, "I'll fight once, you can look at me." "It's really not old, a tile is thrown over, "poof, poof", more than 20 splashes, and the tiles are gradually moving away leaving a beautiful arc. The group of children were stunned. How do they know that my basic skills are really "ten years of sharpening a sword"!
The ripples stirred up by the tiles flew to the square, and my memories were also stirred, flying to the past, to the innocent childhood...... （7.8）