At this year's Spring Festival Temple Fair, many traditional things appeared. There are not only iron rings that my father rolled when I was a child, but also diabolos that existed in the sky when my grandfather was a teenager. Although they are not cheap, I really want to experience the happiness of their time. With my mother's consent, I bought a diabolo with lucky money.
Its play is very simple and not difficult to learn. I soon mastered it. I picked up the small bamboo pole that shook the diabolo, wrapped the thread around the thin neck of the diabolo, and then shook it gently. At first, it staggered and tilted, but I didn't panic. Just hold your horses and hold the pole steady, and it will turn evenly soon. At this time, I will slow down and exert myself rhythmically. The more I shake, the more energetic I am. Gradually, the diabolo sounded the whistle. Diabolo spins rapidly in the air, like hot wheels on Nezha's feet; The crisp and sweet whistle is higher than the diabolo sound, as if the industrious bees are singing happily. I am very happy!
Whenever I shake my head, I can't help glancing at my father secretly. I often see him with a smile on his lips and squinting his eyes. Could it be that this cheerful diabolo shook back to childhood? Even grandpa would stop to watch me shake diabolo for a long time, and his kind face turned red. It can be seen that this little diabolo has greatly reduced grandpa's shock.
I shook it hard, shaking the joy of it runs in the family and the peace of the whole family.