At this year's Spring Festival temple fair, some traditional things appeared, that is, the iron ring rolled by my father when I was a child and the diabolo that my grandfather had when he was a teenager. They attracted me one by one. I saw a white-haired old man shaking a dozen diabolos, colorful diabolos across the arc in the air, making a crisp and pleasant whistle. With my mother's consent, I bought a diabolo with the lucky money.
At first, I didn't know how to play diabolo I put it on the rope and shook it. Diabolo also falls from the rope to the ground from time to time. Until the next morning, when I was playing in the garden, I found an old man shaking diabolo, so I boldly went over to him and said, "Grandpa, can you teach me to shake diabolo?" "Yes!" Grandpa readily agreed.
Grandpa told me that diabolo existed as early as the Three Kingdoms period, and the play was simple. Just wind the thread around the diabolo and shake it gently. I shook it seriously according to grandpa's method. At first, it wobbled and tilted, but I didn't panic. Just hold your horses and hold the pole steady, and it will turn evenly in a moment. At this time, I slow down and exert myself rhythmically. I shook it harder and harder, and gradually I whistled. Diabolo spins rapidly in the air, like hot wheels on Nezha's feet; With the diabolo flying, the crisp and melodious voice is higher than one, as if hardworking bees are singing happily, and as if hardworking people have tasted the joy of harvest, I am extremely happy!
Grandpa shook off five or six diabolos and saw all kinds of diabolos whistling, as if drawing a beautiful rainbow in the sky. I put down the diabolo in my hand and enjoyed the visual feast my grandfather brought me.
This little diabolo shakes out health, happiness and the safety of the whole family!