There is a river in our hometown, which is full of happiness. It rises quietly from the mountain opposite our house, flows through the beautiful forest where grouse and rabbits play, flies as white as snow and sings all the way through our quiet village.
Our childhood, accompanied by singing, quietly passed away unconsciously. Sometimes, walking barefoot in the cold river, I clearly feel the freshness of the years slipping through my fingers.
The labor task of childhood is to cut two bamboo baskets and grass for the old cow at home every day.
We clearly know that we have eliminated all the grass by the river, even a sharp grass bud. But I still can't resist the temptation of running water. Every time I mow the grass, I run all the way to the river. We threw away the bamboo basket halfway up the mountain and let it roll down by itself. It was already in shock when we took off our clothes and jumped into the river.
We lined up naked, stood on high rocks, jumped into the water one by one like frogs, and set off waves like snow.
We swim in the river in spring, and the sunshine in March generously shines on our dark skin and innocent childhood.
There is a tall walnut tree by the river. One spring, a beehive the size of a basketball really grew on the tree crown. Bees are jumping around all day, which is very lively.
Baby, do you know what kind of bee that is? It is twice as big as a bee, and we call it yellow thick feet, which is the most poisonous one among wild bees.
We will never allow such bad guys to do evil here. This is our territory. Our territory. We're in charge. But we also know that this wild bee is very powerful. It is said that it can fly along the route of throwing stones in a few minutes and directly insert stingers into our bodies.
Such a big thing has to be settled by second brother and them. On a dark night in a month, they climbed a tree, lit a fire and burned the hive. I enjoyed a delicious fried bee dinner.
In the countryside where the smoke is curling, we will curse a small melon that has just grown. This is something you will never understand when you live in a city.
We had a fight with the children in the neighboring village yesterday, and we were angry all night. Like a very smelly fart, he always wants to put it in the air and smoke those hateful flies to death. This morning, when we walked past their house with bamboo baskets on our backs, the grass and corn forest were covered with crystal dew.
The dew wet our feet. We pointed to a small melon that had just grown in his field, and said, "Point to a rotten melon, point to a rotten melon … I hope it will wither in the morning dew tomorrow." .
Unfortunately, we are a group of children with poor memory. With new happiness, we forget whether this curse will come true tomorrow. There is still a lot of happiness calling in the distance in the future.
Baby, do you know the most beautiful voice when dad was a child?
The firecrackers in the New Year, the gunshots in the cinema, and the rain in the middle of the night are not.
In autumn, the sound of ripe walnuts falling from the night sky is the most beautiful sound in my father's childhood.
I know, in this season, all my good friends sleep in the wooden house upstairs. Every night, ears like cats stand high and never let go of the slightest sign of trouble.
Those walnuts that we have been waiting for for for a long time finally mature on a moonlit night and quietly fall.
That night, walnuts smashed the broken moonlight and flew over the leaves, scaring away a squirrel in my dream and fleeing in panic.
Bang, bang, one, two, three, we slept on the wooden building, silently counting our hopes. Before dawn, like monkeys, we ran under the tree with blue things in our hands. I pinned my hopes on Dylan one by one, slowly accumulated them, dried them and sold them to those city people in exchange for our tuition for one semester.
Of course, we will not be as honest as you think. We picked up some pecans from the mountain that can only be broken with a sledgehammer and put them in Tiran to numb the city people. When we sold them, we specially selected them for them to taste. They tasted them and believed us when they looked at our simple faces like mountains.
Whenever I think of them sitting gracefully on the sofa, biting pecans hard and biting off all their teeth, we will laugh secretly.
Late at night, the haystack was covered with a faint layer of Yin Hui.
We played hide-and-seek in the haystack, and the laughter of the bell scattered the faint moonlight on the palm trees.
Sometimes, we will make an appointment with three or five friends and run along the ravine with torches. Let's find a kind of stone clam like a toad, which is very delicious when steamed with eggs.
These ugly guys belong to the night owl series. During the day, the cat sleeps in the hole and comes out quietly at night. Our own flashlight shines on it, standing still and reaching for it. I am afraid to see its rough skin, so I never dare to do so, so I can only keep company with them and be my deputy.
A mountain spring like snow in the moonlight.
Flashing torches and cheerful laughter resounded through the sky.
Baby, this is our childhood hidden among flowers, mysterious, beautiful, free and fragrant. ...