Wrestling in Bao Er is a children's fitness activity. Bao Er, with a stack of paper in his hand, swung his arm and threw it at Bao Er. There was a bang, and Bao Er landed on another child's Bao Er, bouncing, flipping and landing. The opponent's Bao Er was knocked over and won Abao. I'm sure I can hear the unbridled laughter of the Japanese who won Bao Er, as if he had great glory at the moment.
Bao er, who fell, was made of paper by everyone. Generally, it is folded into newspapers, cartons and cigarette cases. Some luxuriously tore up some textbooks, or old books, books that need not be tested in class, and books that are still being studied. Bao Er is a textbook and a treasure. Seeing one is really mouth watering. If you have seen Bao Er with a pile of textbooks in his hand, it must be a coveted object. Wrestling Bao Er is a challenging way. Usually one or two people are sent to kick off the battle. The first hand is usually decided by guessing. If you get the first hand, you will think that you have made a big deal. With luck, you may win all the Bao Er with Abao. In Bao Er wrestling, Bao Er's appearance order is also very particular. Bao Er, with a better hand, Bao Er is easy to win the other side, and is generally regarded as a "treasure god". They are all beaten with easy-to-win treasures, but they are also returned. Of course, this kind of Bao Er, once won, is equivalent to giving each other a butcher.
In order to keep Bao Er, when Bao Er was detained, he pressed Bao Er hard, as if he could stick to the ground by pressing Bao Er. Bao Er is regarded as all his property by his children. He went to the battlefield to fight, as if he had put the whole world on the line. If he wins Bao Er, he will laugh happily. If he loses, he will immediately show his color, just like he just lost all his money in the casino, which will affect his mood for a while.
Wrestling Bao Er accompanied a generation through childhood, which was also the beginning of the competition!
Similar games include: walking eggs, 378Q Q.
Popcorn is a delicious childhood food. Take a bowl of corn and give it to the popcorn man walking all over the street. He put some saccharin in the corn, put it in a big plastic bucket, shook it back and forth vigorously, and took out a big iron shell that looked like a bomb. It's just that when he broke it hard, the iron shell split in the middle and there was an iron pin hinged at the bottom. The rice blaster put the mixed materials into the iron shell, closed it, then put the iron shell on a specially prepared bracket with a red-hot charcoal fire under it, and then began to turn the handle on the side of the iron shell to warm the fire. According to experience, after a period of barbecue, the pot will explode. This time is the moment that children are looking forward to. Before the pot explodes, they will shout at the top of their lungs in advance, and at this time, a group of children have gathered together, covering their ears tightly with their hands and staring at the iron shell motionless. I saw that the rice cannon buckled the iron shell on the barrel bag and pressed the rocker hard. The iron shell exploded instantly and the white gas soared. At this moment, the children cheered, as if the fried popcorn was not because of its delicious taste, but because of the expectation of the moment it exploded.
Similar: corn for apples, nails, glass and scrap iron for soda.
How many flavors do I have to taste in my life before the taste buds on the tip of my tongue can be satisfied. With the improvement of living standards, the range of choices is wider and wider, but there is no unforgettable taste. It is a memory tremor from the bottom of my heart, which will be memorable inadvertently.
McDonald's, KFC, chain restaurants, Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, government cuisine, Hong Kong cuisine, Western cuisine, etc. There are many kinds of dishes. Tasting or feeling spicy is enjoyment, the fragrance is strange, the acidity is stimulation, and the taste is soft, flat or greasy, but no taste can be remembered for a lifetime.
The taste of childhood is the taste of home. Stewed a pork vermicelli, the taste of that dish can give people a deep shock, inadvertently thinking of that scene. At that moment, I saw the boiling white fog from a distance with my schoolbag on my back. A pork vermicelli can satisfy the whole season in winter.
The taste of childhood is the taste of love, a crispy noodle, a small bag of ten cents. The girl next door gave it to you in your hand. Eating in the mouth is the first time that taste buds bloom. At that moment, my heart was full of happiness, a pinch of crispy noodles and lifelong friendship.
The taste of childhood is the taste of righteousness. The ice cream bought by my partner has no impurities and is refreshing to eat in my mouth. Up to now, whenever I see ice cream, I can always think of that summer, or the canteen at the school gate. You bought me a panda ice cream with black ears and eyes at a huge sum of fifty cents, and I held it in my hand. An ice cream, always buried in my heart.
The taste of childhood is the epitome of the surprise left at the moment of arrival and the memory of pure feelings. A bowl of handmade noodles, a piece of Dongpo meat, a bowl of soup, a fried dough stick and a steamed stuffed bun can be remembered for a lifetime. Every time, there is always a scene that can arouse the aftertaste, yearning and moving of the bottom of my heart, but it can never be reproduced.
The taste of childhood is warmth, emotion, surprise and expectation, buried in the bottom of my heart, which has sprouted and grown, supporting the desire for the future.
The summer sun in the north is especially generous, hanging high in the air, spreading warmth to the earth and making people find a place to hide. A group of friends who have just finished school and are going home for lunch are swinging around the river with schoolbags in their hands. They have no plans to eat, but they are looking for a pond, preferably one with higher ground. They don't need to look for it, but they are already very familiar with it.
Throwing the schoolbag on the overgrown shore, the other hand has pulled off the vest, only to see two legs curled up back and forth a few times, and the trousers had already fallen to the ground, followed by running, jumping, spreading wings and flying. The dragon entered the sea and saw a large splash in the pond. They swam wildly in the pond, or swam from one end to the other with a dog's plane, or deliberately dragged other friends' ankles underwater, or directly plunged a carp into the water. When you come out, your head is usually covered with mud.
I am ready to go home after playing enough, but there is one thing I have to do, that is, spit on my arms and legs and poke back and forth. In this case, if I scratch with my nails, I won't see any white marks, so I won't be found and sneak away after I get home.
Similar sports include: climbing trees and climbing walls.
Touching birds' eggs may be the best feat to show off in front of friends. If you are lucky, you may be able to touch a "little light", waving bare wings, whispering your neck and opening your mouth to beg. The first grain of wheat, I saw my head raised and a protruding part of my neck slipped from my mouth to my stomach, which definitely reminded me of my tut-tut, and I felt as if I had witnessed a miracle. Touching birds' eggs is a technical job, and there are stages in this business. The most basic thing is to touch sparrow eggs. The high-end ones can touch crows, turtledoves and even stab Ying Chao.
To touch eggs, you must first choose a good place, wait under the eaves of the tile house, see which sparrow has got into the nest under the eaves, and then listen carefully to the movement inside. It is best to quickly carry the prepared ladder under the wall of the eaves, climb it in three steps, reach for the bird's nest under the tile, and if you are lucky, you may catch a big sparrow. At this time, you are very happy. But generally, if someone's tiles are knocked over and disturb the owner, they will definitely be reprimanded and scolded. At this moment, the best way to deal with it is to take 36 measures as the best policy.
Of course, the sparrows caught are not food. The children will make a bird's nest for it in the cage, and then put food and water on it, so that the wild sparrow can have a home in the hearts of the children and live a happy life. However, sparrows generally don't live in cages for long. Older sparrows will not live for a few days, and they may wake up one day and find themselves lying stiffly in a cage. Smaller sparrows usually don't live for a few days. Although there are no sparrows, a sense of ceremony is indispensable. Children will take it out in tears, then find a sand dune or mound, dig a hole, then solemnly put the sparrow in, make the mound into a cone, put two bricks in front, kowtow, cry in a low voice, then wipe away tears and catch other sparrows.
Similar activities include catching scorpions, hedgehogs, rabbits and weasels.