I can still blurt out the names of many primary school classmates, but I can't remember the names of my close high school and junior high school classmates.
Childhood memories are full of dazzling summer sunshine, golden sea of rape flowers, courtyard walls covered with grapes, laughter of friends competing to pick tomatoes, cucumbers and Chinese cabbage in vegetable fields, and Daniel eating grass in silence ... Everything is so meticulous and beautiful.
Deng Rui, Li Xiangyuan and Yin Nannan were my best playmates when I was a child.
On a hot afternoon, adults have to go to bed and swim for a while. At this time, the whole West Bay is particularly quiet. We often go barefoot to steal grapes in the bay when adults are asleep. One person is responsible for watching the wind, and the other three are responsible for picking. By the time the owner's old yellow dog found out that we started barking, we had already run away with a bunch of grapes.
When I was a child, the route home from school was different every day. Sometimes I walk on the "vegetable field", touch this little tomato, pinch that cucumber, look at this bean stand and look at that watermelon seedling; Sometimes we cross the "sea of rape blossoms" and rush down the hillside full of rape blossoms to see who gets to the bottom first. When we really met at the foot of the mountain, everyone's hair, eyelashes, nostrils and lips were covered with yellow pollen, and some of them had stumbled. Who remembers that you lost and I won, and everyone laughed their heads off; Sometimes when drilling a railway culvert, the shouts in the culvert are fighting against their own echoes. On rainy days, there is often water in the culvert to form a shallow pool, which has become our water park. We're here to have a water fight. Let's have a water race. Throw small bricks and tiles into the water horizontally, and let them float and bounce on the water by the buoyancy of the water. Let's see who forms more Shui Piao and whose Shui Piao runs far. This simple water park is enough for us to go home late.
When we were young, we enjoyed the games when we were not in class or doing our homework. In the first and second grades of primary school, I like to play hide-and-seek, play house, shoot flowers (cards), pick lines, pick sticks, beat eggs, and catch chickens with an eagle ... Later, in the senior grades, there are new games to play. At that time, as long as you shout in the open space in the corner of the bay, your friends will come from all directions to participate in the game. Boys like to vault and fight cocks, while girls like to weave flower baskets and jump rubber bands. We can play striding, throwing sandbags, jumping off houses and groping around. There is also a magical game called catching seeds or picking seeds (one-handed game). There are five small stones scattered on the ground. One was thrown in the first game, and the other four stones were caught four times in turn, catching the falling stones. In the second game, we should catch two stones at a time, and so on. Whoever doesn't catch the seeds in the air, who doesn't catch the seeds on the ground, loses the chance to continue, so let the other side start playing. In this way, I rubbed on the concrete floor or desk with my bare hands and enjoyed the little happiness brought by putting it away freely.
I still remember when I was a child, I would "erect a monument" for a dead bird, invite a bunch of wild flowers to go home and plant them myself, and talk to the dog "Doudou" to protect her.
This is my childhood, so unrestrained and innocent.