I like going to the fields with my mother, who cleans the fields: weeding, thinning seedlings, cutting corners, and so on. I will find a ridge nearby to play: sometimes I dig wild vegetables, don't dig them, don't eat them, and I can leave one for my mother to eat at noon; Sometimes watching ants move, they form a neat team and move things one by one. Sometimes I throw a small stick in the way, but soon they can open up a new route. Sometimes, when fishing for insects, you can break a few tender weed seedlings, peel them from the outside to the inside, leave the most tender part, find a small hole, put the tender weeds in, and turn around a few times to catch the insects inside, which is the favorite of chickens; When you are old, you will collect firewood, and you can carry a bundle home at noon, enough firewood for one day.
Mom doesn't limit who we play with and where we go, but we must tell her in advance where we will play and when we will go home, but we will usually go back later; We are always told to pay attention to safety!
Better dig up the bird. At that time, it was mainly to dig sparrow nests. It chattered annoyingly while eating food. Usually we look for a sparrow's nest in the yard of a familiar person. If there are no young birds in the nest, we will gather all the big birds together, find a place that is not easy to cause fire, barbecue and eat, taste the delicious childhood and enjoy our own labor; If there are young birds in the nest, everyone will put the nest back and let the big birds go; Of course, there are seasonal requirements for bird digging. The old man in the village said that we can't dig birds in April and May. There are biting snakes in the nest, which scares us not to dig the nest two or three times a year. Occasionally, naughty children dig out their own birds to play, and my mother will warn me: if you dare to play, never come back! I never play, and sometimes I stay away when I see others playing, for fear that my mother will think I have played.
Sometimes I will follow the villagers to visit the mountains. The shepherd in the village often goes to the mountains, so I will drive him with me. Up the mountain and into the ditch, you can see Mimi's mountain spring and drink it up with a swish. I am upstream and the sheep are downstream. I wonder who else is upstream. Clear and sweet spring water becomes clear when you see living things, no matter how many people drink it. I dare not go deep into the mountains. I'm afraid to see the cliff from a distance, but I'm not so afraid. Whenever I tell my mother that I have gone to the mountains, my mother will tell me to pay attention to safety for a long time and to have adults not far away. But when I am alone, I will quietly hide in one place, not with the guides, and then play in a stream or a big stone for a day! It's interesting to play alone for a long time: the water will wash the gravel very clean, the cleanest kind, and I will find the muddy stone from the crevices and wash it with the stream to see it get cleaner and cleaner, especially the purest kind; This big stone is as smooth as a millstone. I put everything I can find on it and let them slide down from any direction of the stone voluntarily. Sometimes I lie on a big rock and have a good sleep. The warm sunshine makes me feel comfortable all over. I'll tell my mother about these locks. My mother will listen patiently and tell me more interesting things in the mountains with my father.
There is also fun in the village, which is fighting. We made an appointment with a dozen friends of the same age and found a shabby yard, which was divided into two or three groups. Each group can occupy a room and start fighting. Fighting is very particular, and you need a good division of labor to win. Need to have small clods of ammunition and lookout, it is best to turn to one or two opponents, as well as the main attack and cover. Fighting a battle will ruin the bust, which will take a whole day, sometimes at night. It is difficult to avoid "casualties". Everyone wins and loses, and injuries never make a fuss. I remember a partner who was shot in the head and was bleeding. Parents didn't say to take their children to cure him, so let's keep fighting! My mother doesn't like me to go to war, for fear that I will get hurt or hurt others, but she doesn't forbid me to play. He said that boys just want to fight with friends! I will practice my skills every time, and I will never get hurt or hurt others. As for tinkering around the edges, it's still necessary, otherwise it's boring!