? Dog's tail grass
?Whether it's the roadside in the south or the north, there is this kind of grass called dog's tail.
? In my memory, this kind of grass was used to feed sheep. It has strong vitality and grows strong, and sheep also like to eat it. They were cut off one by one, with the base pointing towards the bottom of the cage and the dog's tail pointing out, dangling like the feathers on Mu Guiying's headdress in the play. After cutting a lot, the porcelain was pressed hard. My hands were put through the loops of the cage and slung around my waist. When I met the villagers, they would say: "Cut so much grass!" I felt very accomplished at that time.
? When adults take their children out to play, there are no toys, only crops and weeds on the roadside. The adults would pick out their favorite ones from these dogtail grasses, remove the leaves and cores, and gather them together to make images of various small animals to amuse the children while muttering: "Mimi Mao, go to the high kiln. Gao Yao Gao..." I don't remember the words behind it. "Mimi Mao" is another name for dogtail grass in the north. I have always envied those adults who are handy. After being away from home for many years, I sometimes pulled out grass but could not make anything decent, so I ended up throwing away the handful of grass. I know that there are many things in this world that I will never be able to do.
? I went to study in the mountains in the south and met a friend who liked to play with keychains. Students don't have any high-end chains, just a yarn or other thread they like. This friend of mine likes to have the thread wrapped around his finger. When walking in the mountains, if you miss it, the keychain will fly out in a tangential direction. There is a valley on the roadside, and the keychain will follow the law of gravity and rush straight down, regardless of it. The door still has to be opened, and I am the one who has to worry. Later everyone said it was dangerous. When he saw the foxtail grass in my hand, he said: This thing is good, there is nothing to worry about. From now on, we walked on the mountain road, put away the key chain, and each of us held a piece of foxtail in our hands, and walked from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. I like to hold the dog's tail grass in my mouth, while my friend likes to hold the grass in his hand and shake it around. Sometimes it will fly out, or fall on other people's heads, or fall in the valley, and two people or a group of people will laugh together. There are also roses on that mountain road, and the locals call them "Qili Xiang".
?It's natural to pick up a piece of grass in the mountains, but it's a little different to do it in the city. Then my friends will play with the keychain again, and they will fly out as usual.
? That mountain road was very quiet. I can still hear the laughter and the gurgling mountain springs. The city was very crowded and all I heard was noise.
?I came further south, to the countryside near the sea, like a tree starting to grow on the land leaving the north. Year after year, in addition to my large family in the north, I have a large family in the south.
My daughter was born and grew up slowly. She also likes grass, especially this kind of foxtail grass. When she first learned about the names of plants, trees, birds and animals, I told her the name of this kind of grass. She giggled: "It's fun, so fun, it's really a dog's tail." I often tried to give her dog's tail grass. I was knitting something, but it never came into shape. I sang a nursery rhyme to her: "Mimi Mao, go to the high kiln, high kiln high..." She also stopped halfway through the song. She likes to listen to children's songs. There was no follow-up, so she kept asking until she was disappointed. Next time I will sing again, ask again, be disappointed again, and complain again: Why didn’t you remember it clearly? Really!
? Back to the north, I asked the villagers how the songs were sung there. The adults all smiled and said, "Who still remembers?" Yes, among people my age, I don't even remember. , who else can you count on? When I asked the children, the adult said, "No question, they are all watching TV, who is still playing this now! You are so old-fashioned!" I was also stunned for a while. It seems that I am destined to regret. I can only think of the first few sentences, but I get stuck on the rest. It’s really unpleasant. Who’s to blame?
? My daughter grew up in the countryside. She likes to watch TV, play in the mountains and fields, and pull dogtail grass. She has her own friends and her own creativity. It doesn’t matter whether you can sing children’s songs or make up stuff. She and her children wandered happily in their own world, never wanting to leave.
?I like to pull up a tall foxtail grass when walking on the roadside. Grass doesn't know pain. This is my opinion, not the grass's feelings. It has a hard stem that can be played with the hand or held in the mouth. This may not be a good habit, but it is difficult to change, just like the smile on Fa Ge's face and the melancholy in Roberto Baggio's eyes. The foxtail grass dangles in front of my eyes, as if I saw myself walking from childhood to now, from my hometown to the south.
? Correction, I said earlier that I am like a tree taking root in the south. I think it is wrong. In fact, I am just a foxtail grass, a foxtail grass that is the same in the south and the north.
?I hate motorcycles. When I am riding on a motorcycle, I cannot touch the grass, including foxtail grass. The grass is safe then. When I'm driving, I shouldn't be distracted, I should forget about it.