After supper, my daughter skipped rope in the community. Under the light, she was as obedient and clever as a red butterfly, jumping on one foot, jumping on both feet, jumping rope in her hand. I couldn't resist the temptation to pick up another jump rope and jump, which made my daughter laugh. I smiled and said to my daughter: Oh, back in those days, my mother was good at skipping rope. At that moment, I seemed to have returned to that carefree childhood.
Yeah! At that time, rope skipping was our girls' favorite game. You can play with a jump rope by yourself, for two people, or with many companions. Whether it's fields, groves, roadsides, riverbanks, or schools, they are all places where we go crazy skipping rope. Every day, we fly around happily like a flock of twittering sparrows in front and behind the house. For this reason, I was scolded by my mother a lot, first, because I often skipped rope after school and did not know how many pairs of embroidered cloth shoes my mother carefully made for me. Scold to scold it, I am still happy to go crazy with the children, playing rope skipping, often rising high in the moon, in the mother's call after call, reluctantly ran back home.
The most interesting thing is that everyone jumped the big rope together, singing and dancing, very happy. Through the way of stone scissors and paper, we chose the two losers to swing a big rope at both ends, a long rope, which they waved hard, and the rope drew arcs of different pros and cons in the air. Other people were happily dancing, beating, messing around in the middle, and singing the ballad Dong Cunrui, 18, joined the revolutionary guerrillas, explosive bags, sacrificed, our task was accomplished. Turn out-after singing the ballad, we all have to run out of the rope. If anyone steps on the rope, he will swing the rope. Sometimes there are a lot of jokes. I remember that there was a partner who we all asked her to serve the people. She often didn't jump a few times, either stepped on the rope or stumbled, so she swung the rope for us. She is beautiful and has a good temper, and everyone is willing to play with her. Even if she lost the jump and swung the rope for everyone, she was happy.
Most of the girls at that time had a jump rope. All the year round, we can find materials for rope skipping. In spring, we will use scrap cloth strips to weave a braided rope. I often drill under my mother's sewing machine, looking for scrap cloth strips like treasure. Sometimes, while my mother is away, I will secretly turn the cloth strips in my mother's winnowing basket to see which kind of cloth is more, quietly take away a few pieces, can secretly rejoice for a few days. In summer, we will look for grass with vines by the roadside, as well as hemp trees by ditches and fields, peel off its green skin and weave it into a green jump rope. Of course, what we like most is autumn! Sweet potatoes are planted everywhere in the fields. Sweet potato seedlings are natural rope skips and can be taken anywhere. If some sweet potatoes grow well, the seedlings will grow. We will slowly pull the seedlings out of the roots, remove the leaves, and one can be used as a skipping rope; others need to pull out many roots and twist them together to form a skipping rope. On the way to and from school, everyone would take the trouble to look for long sweet potato seedlings in the sweet potato field. sometimes when the captain saw it, he would howl at us like a wolf, and everyone broke up, and the naughty companion would imitate a few strange cries before fleeing. In winter, the hemp plants soaked in ditches, pits or ponds in every household should be retted, and batches of white-haired linen are drying on the wall or on the low branches of trees. We can pull out locks of hemp everywhere to weave long or short skipping ropes.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed, and my good friends have gone their separate ways, and they have rarely seen each other for many years, and some of them can not find contact information at all. But those colorful skipping ropes in childhood, like colorful butterflies flying in the garden of memory, like wild flowers with dewdrops swaying on the branches of years, like a pot of old wine fermenting in my heart, warming this silent spring night.
Gently, close to you
I woke up early yesterday morning and found that there was no water at home. In this hot day, I was a little upset. How to spend this time without water at home? It suddenly occurred to me that the prose "see the lotus blooming again" written by a netizen the day before yesterday was very beautiful. When the lotus blossomed in Huaiyang, an idea immediately flashed in my mind to go to Dragon Lake in Huaiyang to enjoy the lotus. I haven't been to Huaiyang for many years. Yes, just go! So I took the children out to have breakfast in a hurry, and before I could pack my bags, I set out in high spirits.
As soon as we got off in the western suburbs of Huaiyang, we jumped into the world of water, and the children cheered. We rowed our own boat to enjoy the Dragon Lake. How beautiful and happy it was. The blue water of the lake is rippling and the silver light is flashing, reflecting each other with the sculptures of the nine giant dragons in the lake. The scenic trees and pavilions on the small islands on the lake are adorned with beautiful scenery. The fish jumped and rolled from boat to boat, causing the children to shout and laugh on the surface of the water. In the distance, green willows are like smoke, temples and bridges can be seen faintly. Ho, really every piece of water is a beautiful picture.
After an hour of boating in the west Dragon Lake, no one wanted to have lunch, so they drove to the East Lake to see the lotus. I once saw that the lotus pond written by my friend is so beautiful, and the tortuous lotus pond is the most beautiful concern in my heart. Really, before I approached the lotus pond, a breath of fresh air came with a touch of lotus fragrance. First of all, what comes into view is the five strong red characters engraved on the boulder standing on the edge of the lotus pond. All kinds of cruise ships are all over the edge of the lake, the willows on the shore are Yiyi, and the two acres of albizzia trees are red. From a distance, the lotus pond is full of green and reeds everywhere, embracing each other, the lotus leaves are green and green, the lotus flowers are red and white, dots and dots, and my heart is suddenly happy.
According to the warm introduction of the shipowner, it is not yet the Lotus Festival. Now you come to see the lotus. In fact, there are more than 20 kinds of lotus here, including red, yellow, white and purple lotus, and many of them are not blooming. You can't see the difference this time. I said with a smile, we will come again to the Lotus Festival, anyway, we are very close to here. How can he understand my mind? I don't care whether it is the Lotus Festival or not. As long as there is a lotus in my heart, the lotus always blooms in my heart.
After we paid the owner of the ship, we followed the master of the ship and stepped on the boat cautiously. Not far from the shore, the master turned on the machine, and the ship set out buzzing, as if we had suddenly entered the green world. The green water was covered with white spray behind the boat, and the water lines on both sides of the boat were very gentle and green satin-like, which reminded me of the green silk skirt I wore when I was a child, wrinkled, soft, soft and comfortable. Large tracts of reeds happily form small tribes in the water, and occasionally waterbirds fly by, and before they have time to take pictures, they have fled like arrows, leaving only crisp cries echoing in the reeds. The lotus leaves that can not be seen at a glance are closely linked, surrounded by floating on the water, such as green umbrella, green cover, like blue plate, these words do not seem to be very accurate. The lotus leaves, varying in size and height, or like patches of green clouds, deep and shallow, ups and downs, embedded in the green water, giving people endless reverie. The boat shuttled through it like a big silverfish, spitting out white blisters from time to time. The boatman stopped the machine, there was no sound, the lotus pond was quiet, the sky was very blue, and the white clouds floated to and fro. If you lean down and take a closer look at the lotus leaves, you will find that the new stem is a light green, like the untouchable skin of a baby in swaddling clothes. Along the petiole, pedicel extension, light green gradually become green, green, to the tip of the leaf, there is a dark green or light blue color. One hundred thousand Qiongzhu days do not hesitate, the green plate holds out to see, the breeze blows, and the lotus leaves layer upon layer cuddle with each other, as if telling visitors the moving legend of the lotus fairy.
I could not help sprinkling a handful of water on the lotus leaf, and the green water suddenly turned into crystal ice beads rolling around on the lotus leaf, converging into water balloons rippling in the lotus leaf's heart, like a baby on the color ultrasound screen wriggling in the mother. I think of a poem in Li Bai's "discounted lotus gift" that climbs and makes its beads, rippling not round. In this way, the children kept splashing water on the lotus leaves, watching the water beads shaking back and forth on the lotus leaves and shouting happily. So the boatman pinched a lotus leaf for each of the children, wore it on their heads and made umbrellas. The children happily thanked him with songs. I looked at the stalks that had been pinched off the lotus leaves and stood in the water, rocking back and forth alone in the water. My heart suddenly ached a little.
The most touching thing is that the white lotus and red lotus surrounded by layers of green leaves are very precious and elegant because they are rarely bloomed and dotted with bits and pieces. They are like brides who are shy and dressed in white or red gauze, looking at you affectionately; they are also like princesses in the green kingdom, noble and beautiful, which can be seen from a distance and cannot be touched. Coming out of the mud without being stained, Zhuo Qinglian without demon is the ultimate praise to the lotus gentleman. What is more lovable is that the fresh lotus bud, or pink, or pear white, unput, delicate and fragile, as well as the affectionate red dragonfly, the pair of flowers and butterflies, do not have a taste rippling in my heart.
The breeze was slow and cool, oh, I forgot it was noon in summer and the heat went away unconsciously. Kiosk, green water, Bihe, such as Wonderland generally appear in front of the eyes, at that moment, it is really a boat on the blue waves, people swim in the painting, people are somewhat elated. For many days, all the repression and earthly thoughts have disappeared, and the happy brook filled with green water and pure lotus.
As a result, climbing the pavilion in the distance, the breeze slowly, green color into the eyes, fragrance Qingyi Yuan, green lotus swaying in the water, Reed lingering in the water, occasionally wild ducks hobbling in the water, butterflies playing on lotus leaves, dragonflies hovering, at that moment, refreshed, green, drunk.
Unconsciously, we have been playing in the water for a long time, the children are also hungry, just remembered that lunch only snacks to manage! Ha ha, in this lotus leaf next day can not see a green gallery, but I can not extricate myself, the lotus leaf dancing in the wind, the lotus nod and smile, I can not bear to leave, but to leave. Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge" lingered in my ears and gently left, just as I came gently; I gently waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
Author: Yao Guixia
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