The children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
3 ? Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. ? ——? Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Seven in Summer Village
4 ? The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. ? ——? Shepherd boy in Yan Lu
5 ? Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. ? ——? Yuan Mei's What You See.
6 ? I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. ? ——? Ye Shaoweng's "What I See in Night Books"
7 ? On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. ? ——? Yang Wanli's boat crossing Anren
8 ? Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. ? ——? Shepherd boy in Yan Lu
9 ? Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. ? ——? Lei Zhen's Night in the Country
10 ? A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail. -Bai Juyi is on the pool
The fun of childhood is always naive, beautiful, simple and unpretentious. Shen Fu, a scholar in Qing Dynasty, once wrote an article "Childlike Fun" describing childhood, recalling childhood and showing children's rich imagination and childlike innocence.
Children's interests:
When I was a child, I could open my eyes to the sun and observe autumn in detail. When I see a little thing, I have to check its texture carefully, so I sometimes look for fun outside of things.
In summer, mosquitoes turn thunder, and privately plan to let a group of cranes dance in the air. If you want it, you will have a thousand, and if you want it, you will have a crane. Look up, Xiang Qiang. Mosquitoes stay in the tent and smoke, making them fly towards the smoke, making them look like white cranes in Qingyun, like cranes in the clouds, and happy.
I often crouch in the concave and convex parts of the earth wall, in the grass of the flower bed, so that I can be flush with the platform; If you look closely, you can feel at ease when you wander around with bushes as forests, insects and ants as beasts, convex soil and gravel as hills and concave soil as valleys.
One day, I saw two insects fighting in the grass. When I watched it, it was in full swing. Suddenly, a monster came down from the mountain and fell from the tree, covering a frog. My tongue spit out and both worms swallowed it. I was young and lost in thought, but I was surprised. God decided to catch frogs, whip dozens and drive them out of the hospital.
Translation:
When I recall my children, I can open my eyes and look at the sun. I can see the most subtle things clearly. When I see a tiny thing, I will definitely observe its texture carefully, so I often have fun beyond the thing itself.
Mosquitoes make thunderous sounds in summer, and I secretly compare them to cranes flying in the air. I thought in my heart that hundreds of mosquitoes really turned into cranes; I looked up at them and my neck was stiff. I left some mosquitoes in the tent, sprayed them slowly with smoke, made them fly and screamed at the smoke. I regard it as the landscape of Qingyun white crane, which really sounds like Qingyun crane. I applaud this scene with joy.
I often squat down where the earth wall is uneven and the flower bed is overgrown with weeds, so that I can be flush with the flower bed and observe with my heart. I regard grass as a forest, insects and ants as wild animals, the protruding parts of clods as hills and the sunken parts as valleys. I feel very relaxed and comfortable in it.
One day, I saw two bugs fighting in the grass. I squatted down to observe them. I am very interested. Suddenly, a huge guy came from the mountain and overwhelmed the tree. It turned out to be a toad. When its tongue spit out, it ate both worms. I was very young at that time, lost in thought, and couldn't help exclaiming' Ah'. When he settled down, he caught the toad, whipped it dozens of times and drove it to another yard.
Tong Qu is Shen Fu's autobiographical prose, a lyrical memoir and narrative prose. At the time of writing this article, the author is 46 years old.
reference data
Shen Fu. Six chapters of floating life. China: People's Literature Publishing House, 1999- 1.