"Gyro" was written by Gao Hongbo.
Original text:
In my hometown, the spinning top is not called a spinning top, but an "binggaoer". As the name suggests, it is the little guy on the ice.
Wood is used to make Binggui, including willow, elm, pine, jujube and pear wood. Of course, the best place to whip Binggaoer is on the ice in the ice and snow in winter. A ball is embedded in the tip of a good iceberg, which can add a lot of charm when turned.
If the top is not good enough, an iron nail must be driven into it, otherwise it will not be able to turn many times and the tip will crack. No matter whether it is embedded with balls or nails, the ice cap will not crack and will allow you to whip, spin and dance on the ice without any complaints.
Everyone who smokes Binggaoer loves to compete with each other. They often stand in a corner and try their best to spin their own icicles and let them hit each other. Look at this moment, the two spinning tops fought bravely, crashing into their opponents like a whirlwind. As soon as they made contact, they each ducked to one side, and then regrouped and fought again - it didn't end until one of them was knocked over.
The one with the bigger weight always has the upper hand every time. Therefore, those who only have small spinning tops mostly play in their own yards and do not take them to the road to challenge. Moreover, the small top has an unpleasant nickname called "pyramid", which means small and thin. Most of the people who beat the "corner" are those with snotty noses and crotchless pants. Their interest lies in whipping, and they often don't care about the quality of the top.
I have never wanted to be second to others since I was a child, and I don’t want my top like a golden soldier to see the Yue family’s army and be defeated in a single battle. So I looked around for wood, and in order to make the handy Bing'er, I almost had to use the chair legs to "recycle" them.
I don’t know how many times I got scolded for this, but I still refused to stop. However, a child cannot cut a high-quality top. Therefore, for a long time, my world was filled with dark clouds, and my happiness was like a swallow in winter, flying to a place where no one could see it.
This annoyance finally attracted the attention of the elders. My uncle, a young policeman with a childish heart, promised to give me a spinning top on my birthday. This news put me in a trance all day long, imagining the heroic demeanor of that spinning top.
Uncle’s gift is good!
This top is not hand-cut, but turned by a carpenter on a turning machine. It is round and smooth, like a duck egg. Although it was nowhere near as beautiful as I had imagined, I accepted it with great joy. Especially when I saw a big ball embedded in the lower end of this "duck egg", I danced with joy and wanted to show off my skills on the road right away!
As soon as my top appeared, it attracted a lot of attention. Laughed at. Indeed, in front of all kinds of handsome tops, it looks nondescript. It is uneven where it should be flat, not sharp where it should be, and has no ability to fight with its companions. This demoralized me greatly, and I just whipped around, not daring to challenge anyone.
However, many things in the world are unpredictable. My pursuit of "peace" is just a personal wish. My friends were unwilling to be lonely. The owner of a big top began to challenge me arrogantly. The big top shook its head and rushed over again and again with its belly puffed out, while my "duck egg" dodged calmly. Impact after impact, dodge again and again, finally unable to avoid, they hit hard!
The strange thing is that my top is small, but surprisingly tenacious! It was obviously knocked to the side, He twisted around and started spinning again. It has a round head and round head, as if it can find support points up, down, left and right. As a result, the Great Top was completely defeated in front of this always invincible opponent.
This is truly a glorious moment! I tasted victory and the sweetness of luck. The "honor" obtained unintentionally, although as small as a dust, is enough for a competitive child to be intoxicated for a long time - I can still write these words with enthusiasm until now, which is a powerful proof!
My Binggaoer, a small piece of wood randomly spun out by a carpenter, and an ugly duck egg born by an ugly duckling, gave me great joy and sincere pride on a winter day in my childhood.
This really echoes the old saying: A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured.