Little friends after 70 s and 80 s, do you miss your childhood?

There is a large forest in the west of the old house where I lived when I was a child, although it doesn't exist now. But that's my paradise. In early spring, when the land in Huaibei is chilly in spring and the treetops are still bare. The green carpet has been quietly spread on the grass in this forest. All kinds of weeds and wild flowers are springing up in an endless stream. I shuttled and played in the Woods with some friends. All kinds of flowers, grass and bugs were our toys. In the competition, who picks the most flowers, who has the most beautiful flowers, who can name the newly discovered grass and who has found the ant's nest. Sometimes chasing swift dragonflies and running wildly; Sometimes I pick up branches to catch butterflies that have just stopped between grass leaves and flowers; Dig out the wet soil after the rain, and you will often find cicadas that have not hatched. They are white and tender, chubby and lovely ... everything is fresh and interesting. Sometimes I get tired of playing and do nothing. Relying on a big tree, overlooking the distant fields, the green wheat fields are endless. Blue sky, white clouds, quiet clouds. Occasionally, a few swallows squeaked across the wheat field.

Carefree days always pass quickly, and it is often full of cicadas before you know it's summer. No matter where I go in my life, whenever I hear the chirping of cicadas, I will always sigh silently in my heart. Oh … summer is here! The forest next to my childhood house immediately came to my mind. In midsummer, the sun is scorching overhead, and I feel dizzy, sitting on the porch and shaking my cattail leaf fan. The puppy was lying under the big tree at the door, with red tongue and panting. The old hen fluttered helplessly, hiding in the shade of the wall to find that small piece of shade. Bankers in the field, weeds and wild flowers on the river bank all seem to hang their heads, as if they have been greatly wronged. It's quiet all around, except for the cicada singing competition, which is usually high and low for a while, as if to win or lose! I still wonder why I didn't know it was so hot at that time. That kind of hot summer is actually the happiest time to have fun! You don't have to work with adults. A few friends are catching cicadas around the Woods in the sun all day. Find a long bamboo pole, rub it with wire and leave a long head at the joint. Put a hard plastic bag on the ring and fix it, and then fix the reserved head of the wire ring on the bamboo pole. A cicada-catching artifact is ready. I crept with cicada, looking for it tree by tree. Aim at the cicada's position on the trunk, cover it quickly, and the cicada will fly into the plastic bag in a panic and buzz inside. I don't remember where all the cicadas I caught went. But the excitement and joy of catching cicadas has always been unforgettable! Tired and hot from playing, there is a river by the Woods. I took off my shoes and plopped into the river to play. Anyone can swim without learning, and they have to change their posture and play a few games. After playing enough, I will go ashore, and sometimes I will sneak to the river to catch crabs. Running around the village all day, sometimes I fall asleep in the shade of the river when I am tired and sleepy, and I don't go home when it is dark, which makes my family shout all over the village. Endless fun, carefree childhood!

The Woods in autumn will be a little lonely. An autumn wind blew from a distant field, shaking the treetops. Leaves turn yellow one after another, and after an autumn rain, dead leaves are everywhere. The songs of autumn insects are getting weaker and weaker, the branches are getting bare, and the autumn wind rolls up the residual leaves and gradually drifts away. At this time, Winter Girl will come quietly.

At that time, Huaibei Plain was still very cold! I still remember that my hands and feet are often numb with cold in winter, and my hands are always out of control when I eat, so I can't hold my meal. I can't fasten my seat belt when I go to the toilet, hahaha ... I cried! Wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, I can't bend my arms, but I am still shivering with cold. The river is covered with thick ice, so you can walk freely on it. The cold wind swept the lonely field in waves, leaving only bare trees, black trunks and branches standing alone. At this time, I expect a snow! Don't worry, I can't bear to say it several times. The north wind blew for half an afternoon, and Sister Xue came quietly through the thin night! First, there are some small snowflakes scattered in the gray sky, and soon, goose feathers and heavy snow are flying all over the sky. It's really not cold at this time! Rushed out of the house, ran into Amb Lee, stretched out his hand to catch a piece of white snowflakes-crystal clear snowflakes, before you appreciate them carefully, they melted in the palm of your hand and became bright little water droplets. Stick out your tongue, look back at the snowflake and eat it directly in your mouth. Cool and sweet. I didn't feel cold at all after running. After a while, I went to see the house, the trees and the fields, all of which were covered with white gauze unconsciously. It was misty and ethereal, so beautiful! I seem to miss this beautiful scenery during the day and I can't bear to leave. It is night, but the sky and the earth are still as bright as day. So the whole world is like a dream ... I can't tell the difference between day and night, I can't tell the difference between fields and gullies, and I can't tell the difference between heaven and earth slowly. Elf-like snowflakes fly quietly in the air, flying ...

The next morning, the snow stopped. A white world appears in front of us! Look! Black branches are also dressed up! The original bare branches are now all white flowers in full bloom, clusters and clusters. White dazzling, beautiful dizziness! Occasionally a gust of wind blows and it rains brightly. The river is inlaid with layers of snowflakes and silver edges, surrounded by waves from the shore to the center of the river. The river used to be very wide, but now there are some eyebrows in the middle. The field is no longer a field, regardless of the ridges and ditches, it is covered with thick white quilts. Only the occasional tree stands firmly between heaven and earth, stubbornly showing people the dividing line between heaven and earth.