Those shining stars in childhood memories

After dinner, my daughter came to haunt me. I hugged her, kissed her neck and squeaked hard. She laughed until tears came out, and she couldn't speak, so she squeezed out: "Mom-I love you!" " "I stopped and she came running again:" Mom, do it again! " "

No toys, no TV, no music, we play this primitive game and feel simple but profound happiness. When I was young, there were many kinds of happiness like this. ...

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I grew up in my grandparents' parents.

In my memory, grandpa often takes me to play. He crossed his legs, and I sat on his instep and hugged his calf tightly. Grandpa's legs shook and shook, and I swayed up and down, accompanied by a cheerful laughter like a silver bell. This game, translated into Mandarin, seems to be called "Ma Ma Yao". Grandpa's legs are horses. I rode on horseback and said: shake the horse, shake the horse ... This picture has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

At that time, there were no toys at home, and the village often had power cuts and no TV to watch. Every day we just run in the village and play with the older children.

Let's play "pia" in groups (the third note. Divide into two groups, the hand is the gun. When you see the other person, aim with your hand and shout "pia", that is, kill the other person. Children hide everywhere, the best hiding place is pigsty or cowshed, and piles of straw or firewood at home are excellent places. When I was crazy, I didn't care about the smell of pigs and cows at all, and I forgot that my head and face were often covered with cobwebs.

We like playing with mud. Dig a piece of mud in the ground and knead it, and a pair of mud hands can knead all kinds of gadgets. You can also dig out the center of a mass of mud and throw it on the ground with great noise. If mud splashes on others, you will laugh more happily.

There are many games. For example, playing marbles, kneeling on the ground, aiming hard, if my marbles touch you, I win; We use homework paper to fold into squares to "wave", and everyone has a big stack of folded "waves" in his pocket; Just take a rope and tie it at both ends, and you can turn the rope to play; Touch the bottom of the broken bowl in the stream, break it into small pieces, and play Di Zi on the ground (the fourth sound). Later, we didn't have to bother with the bottom of the bowl, so we replaced it with four mahjong, which was also very convenient to play. Bungee jumping, hopscotch, striding, high jump ... countless games, now that I think about it, I really miss it!

The people in the village went door to door and became a semi-circular village. Every family has grain fields, one next to the other. It looks like a good playground, drying millet during the day and enjoying the cool at night. On summer nights, after dinner, adults and children go to the threshing floor to enjoy the cool. Take a cattail leaf fan and a stool and burn a pile of ash beside the grain field, so there will be no mosquitoes. Women shake their fans and talk about daily chores, men smoke and talk about the past and the present, and children fly happily in the wind.

This time is the time to play all kinds of small games. Stretch out a hand and the other person pats. You quickly make a fist, press your wrist with your hand, and a few small spots appear, indicating that you have eaten several bowls of rice. You shoot me, I shoot you, some people can eat three bowls, some people can eat two nights, and some people don't eat a bowl. It's really weird. You can also put out your hand, and the other person's hand is scratching around in your hand. Click, click, and read strange words: Cut the radish, wrap it in jiaozi jiaozi, and pinch it, and the little monkey will have a small spot on his face. After reading the last sentence, they nodded to each other and laughed together.

A moonless summer night is really full of stars. My sister and I are tired of playing and running, so we lie on the bamboo bed and count the stars in the sky. I often think: How did Zhang Heng count so many stars? I count and often fall asleep on the bamboo bed. When there is a moon, we will remember what we heard somewhere: don't point at the moon, who points at the moon, and at night, the moon will sneak into his room and cut off his ears. I used to secretly point at the moon, but I refused to sleep at night for fear that the moon would cut my ear.

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When I was a child, there was another kind of happiness called reading nursery rhymes. Some nursery rhymes are handed down from generation to generation, and some nursery rhymes, I don't know where they came from, and I don't know where they came from, but they all brought us endless fun in that era of material poverty.

When I was a child, adults held the child's hand and pointed their forefingers at each other, saying: Fly bit by bit, fly to every household, and every household will not kill chickens, and the doll will go back, and every household will not kill geese, and the doll will cross the river.

I face my grandmother and sit on her lap. She took my hand, sent me back and pulled me forward. I was lying on my back, leaning forward, lying on my back, leaning forward with my grandmother's rhythm ... so I lay down and leaned forward, which was a song my grandmother read: pushing, pulling, and cooking porridge with glutinous rice. Mom eats three bowls, I eat four bowls, and the doll scratches the bottom of the can. When you read it in your hometown dialect, it rhymes well.

For a child who is still nursing at the age of two or three, adults often tease him like this: a three-year-old doll waddles into school in red shoes. Don't hit me, sir. I'll buy some milk and come back. It means you're still breastfeeding at school. Are you ashamed? When Shane was over one year old, I often read this nursery rhyme behind her back. She was still nursing at that time and knew what it meant. She likes it very much. After reading it several times, she can read it properly in my hometown dialect.

Once, a child in the village went to his grandmother's house in other provinces and brought back a funny nursery rhyme. The content is actually not so elegant, but we clapped our hands and finished reading it. We really like you and are very happy! I still remember that nursery rhyme:

It snowed on Sunday morning.

Old scavengers lined up.

Accidentally fell into the trash can

Broken shoes and socks are flying all over the sky

When the old man is angry

Bullshit.

This fart stinks all the way to Italy

The king of Italy is watching a play.

I'm really unhappy to smell this smell.

A soldier was sent to investigate.

So the old man farted.

When the TV series "The Legend of the New White Snake" was broadcasted, we sang new nursery rhymes, and several people could play around the circle, clap their hands and cooperate with some dance movements. Boys also play with us! That nursery rhyme, I remember reading it like this:

White Snake, the Millennium Snake Demon

Come down and repay Xu Xianen.

Joe saw

The second floor of Leifeng Tower

Thanks to Xiaoqing's magic.

Saved my sister, Ms. White Snake.

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The happiness of childhood is so simple, pure and unrestrained. Those games, those nursery rhymes, are like stars scattered in memory, shining and unforgettable.