It was not until the end of the holidays

Summer is coming, parents are now considering how children charge, what computer classes to participate in the art examinations to participate in what grading, what Austrian school to learn, always ignore a problem, the summer vacation for children to rest, play. In fact, playing can cultivate children's interest, play can develop children's potential, play can activate children's creative spirit, play can make children be smart, dexterous, play can make children gregarious, learn to socialize, improve parent-child between two generations Relationship; play can exercise the child's physique, creating their bitter spirit. Recall childhood childhood, a holiday are spent playing.
    In childhood memories, summer vacation is idle freedom, is unfettered happiness. At that time, there were not many homework assignments and no so-called tutorial classes. It was not until the end of the holidays that we were reminded of crazed homework. Talking about homework was nothing more than a math and a Chinese language. At that time we did not show the classic TV series TV set, nor the computer and the Internet to bring us fun, a holiday, the students all like a cage bird, do not have to get up early to go to school, homework to write assignments do not say, Every day have enough time to play free time. Several good friends to go to this string today, to play that tomorrow. Day by day, kill the holiday time. Girls often get together to jump the rubber band, kick shuttlecock. Boys are more wild, wandering around. Arranging officers and soldiers, playing the official emperor, snake holding egg, cock ... ...; remember at that time, very popular villain book, if which children have a villain book, we will gather in groups to see. At noon in the summer, the whole yard looks quieter. Adults, aside from playing children, rest for a nap. We do not know these children sleepy, they take advantage of adults is not present, secretly went to the courtyard after the arrest of the river to catch the shrimp swim, so that we play in the water enough, and then drilled to the banks of the willow wood to find a shade Get together, under the "backgammon", playing cards, stealing cucumber melon to eat, play one day.
    After dinner, each in the courtyard, the streets, out of chairs, support door or bamboo bed plate. After a bath, people in the chair, the plate on the bed or sitting or lying, small fan shaking, tired day, this time is the best rest and enjoyment. Neighbors, each other, which spacious, cool, the neighborhood went to his home. Everyone shook his fan, took home, and occasionally also pumpkin seeds beans fruit. Summer night sky is marvelous, stars blink, meteors flies, full moon, clouds change. Elderly people have endless stories, the children looking at the Milky Way, will produce whimsy. "Seven stars, seven horns, east to west, west, good people read seven times, not gasping." This is the ancestral legend of children's songs. "Nanzhuang a rice, every day to chickens hanging, I do not know the rice hanging chicken, chicken or hanging rice." Adults are teaching children Rao password, sometimes around the mouth, will cause a burst of laughter.
I like to get together in front of adults, learn what they look like, fan the palm-leaf fan, listen to them talk to tell the story. At that time night enjoy the cool, often can hear some interesting fox stories and new things. An alley of men and women love to catch up with the cool ride after dinner. The women got together and talked about a pampered girl, who was a daughter-in-law, who was a man and a man who loves to spend money on smoking, how to build a house, earn money, and marry a daughter-in-law; Older people love to talk about what happened to the old society in their lifetimes. In my opinion, the elders seem to have a story that can never be talked about. Mother-in-law is a story fan, always love to tell me Milan, Mu Guiying, Cowherd and Weaver, Moon Grandma, Chang's story. Although the people of that time did not have any culture, their memory was very good. Most of the old stories handed down from generation to generation were mostly vividly depicted. I even heard of the relish, even forgetting the temporary heat.
    At that time, I also learned to make money in summer vacation. A holiday spent most of the time mowing, fun, profitable.
    When we knew about the penny a pound of hay for winter cows, I mowed it every morning with a few buddies and in the afternoon I went for the grass we had for the first day of the sun. The hay does not weigh, and the pile of pointy hay must be tied up with ropes and backed up, almost completely covering up my short body in order to have 10 kilos. We braved the poisonous sun, walked forty-five miles with hay came to the acquisition station, at the gate after a scale, and then leaning to the stairs into a bamboo rattan climbing a full three-story haystack, hay Poured out heap, can get down to get more money. At this moment, it is the happiest time of our day. I tend to give two parents an integral amount of money, and use the remaining penny to buy a popsicle, while eating happily go home, wondering where the most grass, the next day how to cut To more grass ... once I went to mound a cliff on the Jialing River mowing, accidentally finger was drawn a mouth, sweat, tears, bloody water flow, I still insist on cutting a basket, only with small partners Family.
    Summer passed very quickly, the first night of the school report, my mother came up with a lot of scattered silver corner of the sub-angle count and then calculate the number of tuition and fees we should pay several brothers. Looking at my mother's long haggard face finally revealed some smile, I feel like I grew up a lot.
Childhood summer, simple and plain, like a picture, clear and cool. At that time, no fan and no air-conditioning, everyone naked under the stars, with hand-cranked Pushan drive mosquitoes and heat. Night breeze slowly, summer days seem long and make people feel short, like the river dog tail grass, exudes a unique fragrance. Today, no summer vacation, but also did not have those naive and original childhood fun holidays. When the memory is opened again, it is doomed to open a picture that can never be copied. website link | see here now | my website | straight from the source | navigate here | pop over to this web-site | this post | Look At This | the original source