In that information-blocked era, there was no mobile phone, no Internet, no LOL, no KFC, and work and rest did not depend on alarm clocks and friends. The sun rose and the sun set. Although there is no advanced technology blessing, there is still competition, onlookers, food, travel, adventure, and countless fun and laughter.
Bao Er throwing is a children's fitness activity. Bao Er, holding a stack of paper in his hand, swung his arm and threw Bao Er hard, only to hear a bang. Bao Er fell on the Bao Er of the other child, bounced, flipped and landed, and the Bao Er of the other side was knocked over and won a Bao Er. It is sure to hear the unscrupulous laughter of the Japanese who won Bao Er, as if he had supreme glory at the moment.
The Bao Er that fell is made by everyone looking for paper. It is usually made of newspapers, cartons and cigarette packs. Some extravagant ones tear off some textbooks, or old books, books that don't need to take exams, and books that are still being studied. Bao Er, which is a textbook, is a treasure. It's really mouth watering to see one. If you ever see Bao Er with a pile of textbooks in his hand, it must be the coveted object. Wrestling Bao Er is a challenging way. Usually, a group of people are sent once or twice to kick off the battle. The first hand is usually decided by guessing boxing. If you get the first hand, you will think that you have made a great bargain. If you are lucky, you may win all the Bao Er of the other side with a Bao Er. In Bao Er wrestling, Bao Er's appearance sequence is also very particular. Bao Er, who is easy to win the other side with a better first-hand Bao Er, is generally regarded as a "treasure god", all of whom are holding the easy-to-win treasure and being beaten but still. Of course, this kind of Bao Er, once won, is equivalent to giving the other side a slaughter machine.
In order to keep your Bao Er, when you are in custody in Bao Er, press Bao Er hard, as if Bao Er could stick to the ground with such a press. Bao Er is regarded as all his possessions by children. When he goes to the battlefield to fight, he seems to have bet on the whole world. If he wins Bao Er, he will laugh happily, and if he loses, he will immediately show his color, just like he just lost all his money in the casino, which will affect his temporary mood.
Wrestling in Bao Er accompanied a generation through childhood, which was also the beginning of competition!
Similar games include: walking eggs, 378Q
Popcorn is a childhood delicacy. Take a bowl of corn and give it to the rice exploder who walks the streets. He puts some saccharin in the corn, puts it in a big plastic bucket, shakes it back and forth vigorously, and takes out a big iron shell that looks like a bomb, only to break it off hard. The iron shell is cracked in the middle and there are iron pins hinged at the bottom. The rice exploder put the stirred material into the iron shell, closed it, and then put the iron shell on a specially prepared bracket with a red-hot charcoal fire below it, and then began to rotate the handle on the side of the iron shell to warm the fire. Based on experience, after a period of barbecue, it is a pot explosion. At this time, it is the moment that children are looking forward to. Before the pot explosion, they will shout at the top of their voices in advance, and at this time, a group of children have gathered together, covering their ears tightly with their hands and staring at the iron shell motionless. I saw that the rice cracker buckled the iron shell on the long bucket bag, pressed the rocker hard, and the iron shell exploded instantly, and the white gas took off. At this moment, the children cheered, as if the fried popcorn was not because of her delicious taste, but because of the expectation of the moment when it exploded.
There are similar things: corn for apples, nail-headed glass scrap iron for soda
How many flavors do you have to taste in this life before the taste buds on the tip of your tongue can be satisfied. With the improvement of living standards, the range of choices is getting wider and wider, but there is no unforgettable taste, which is a kind of memory tremor from the bottom of my heart and will be memorable inadvertently.
McDonald's, KFC, chain restaurants, Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, government cuisine, Hong Kong cuisine, Western cuisine and so on are numerous. It's amazing to taste or feel spicy, the fragrance is bizarre, the taste is sour, and it's soft, flat or greasy, but no taste can be remembered for a lifetime.
the taste of childhood is the taste of home. Stewed a pork vermicelli, the flavor of the dish, can give a deep thrill to the heart, and inadvertently think of the scene. At that moment, I saw the hot white fog from a distance with my schoolbag on my back, and a pork vermicelli in winter can satisfy the whole season.
The taste of childhood is the taste of love, a small package of crispy noodles with a dime. The female classmate next door poured it on your hand and gave it to you. When it was eaten, it was the first time that the taste buds bloomed. At that moment, my heart was filled with happiness, a pinch of crispy noodles and lifelong friendship.
The taste of childhood is the taste of righteousness. The ice cream bought by my partner without any impurities is refreshing in my mouth. So far, whenever I see the ice cream, I always think of that summer, or the canteen at the school gate. You bought me a panda ice cream for a huge sum of 51 cents, with dark ears and dark eyes, and I held it in my hand. An ice cream, always buried in the bottom of my heart.
The taste of childhood is a microcosm of the surprise left at that moment of arrival, and it is a memory of pure feelings. A bowl of handmade noodles, a piece of Dongpo meat, a bowl of soup, a fried dough stick and a steamed stuffed bun can make people remember it all their lives. Every time there is always a scene that can trigger the aftertaste, yearning and touching of the bottom of my heart, but it can never be reproduced.
the taste of childhood is warmth, emotion, surprise and expectation, which is buried in the bottom of my heart and has already sprouted and grown, supporting my desire for the future.
The summer sun is particularly generous in the north, hanging high in the air and spreading warmth to the earth, which makes people find a place to hide. A group of friends who have just left school and are going home for lunch are swinging along the river with their schoolbags in their hands. They have no plans to eat, but they are looking for a pond, preferably one with high ground to jump into. They don't need to look for it, but they are already very familiar with it.
I threw my schoolbag at the grassy shore, but my vest was pulled off with my other hand. I saw my legs curled up several times, and my trousers had already fallen off the ground. Then I ran up, jumped and spread my wings. When the dragon entered the sea, I saw a big splash in the pond. They swim wildly in the pond, or swim from one end to the other with a dog's plane, or deliberately drag other friends' ankles under the water, or directly come to a carp and plunge into the water. When they come out, they usually have a piece of mud on their heads.
I'm ready to go home after having fun, but there's one thing I must do, that is, spit on my arms and legs and poke them back and forth. In this case, if I scratch with my nails, I won't see any white marks, so I won't be found and secretly run wild when I get home.
Similar sports include: climbing trees and climbing walls.
Touching birds' eggs may be the best feat to show off in front of your friends. If you are lucky, you may be able to touch a "small light", waving bare wings, twittering and stretching your neck to ask for food. The first grain of wheat only looks up, and a prominent part of your neck slides from your mouth to your stomach. Touching birds' eggs is a technical job, and there are also stages in this business. The most basic thing is to touch sparrow's eggs. The high-end ones can touch crows, turtledoves and even poke the eagle's nest.
To touch bird eggs, you should first choose a site, wait under the eaves of tile houses, see which sparrow returned from foraging got into the nest under the eaves, and then listen carefully to the movement inside. It is best to quickly carry the ladder already prepared under the walls of the eaves, climb up in three steps and reach for the bird's nest under the tiles, and if you are lucky, you may catch the big sparrow. At this time, you are very happy. However, generally, if someone's tiles are overturned and the owner is disturbed, it will definitely be reprimanded and scolded. At this moment, the best way to deal with it is to take thirty-six measures as the best plan.
Of course, the caught sparrow is not eaten. Children will make a bird's nest for it in a cage, and then put food and water on it. Only in this way can wild sparrows have a home in their hearts and live a happy life. However, sparrows generally don't survive in cages for long. Older sparrows last for a few days, and maybe they wake up one day and find that they are already lying stiff in cages. Smaller sparrows usually don't survive for a few days. Although the sparrow is gone, the sense of ceremony is indispensable. Children will take it out in tears, then find a sand dune or mound, dig a hole, then solemnly put the sparrow in it, make the mound into a cone, put two bricks in front, kowtow, cry in a low voice, and then wipe their tears and catch other sparrows.
Similar activities include catching scorpions, hedgehogs, rabbits and weasels.