The cool well water pulled me back from the clouds. The neighbor's aunt called a bucket of sweet and cold water from the ancient well, and it didn't take long for us naughty children to drink it all. That carefree energy still haunts me.
With the arrival of the rainy season, the grass on the mountain becomes darker and denser. At this time, carrying a basket, drilling into the towering pine forest in groups of three or five and diving into the grass deeper than our bodies to pick mushrooms is the happiest moment. Sporadic mushrooms stand proudly under trees and grass like a purple umbrella, just waiting for us to pick them one by one. Blue sky and white clouds, scorching sun, sweating like rain.
Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow. Zi River fell asleep in Grandpa Dong's arms and turned into a crystal ribbon. The faint sunshine sighed helplessly at the sleeping and drunken glacier, shook his head and disappeared in an instant. At this time, the glacier was full of people, and many people were running around. There are some gyro competitions in flat places. The gyro is exquisite and beautiful first. A friend drew several circles with colored chalk, which turned like a rainbow flying in the sky; Some people put a steel ball on the top, which enables them to turn flexibly and quickly ... On the slope, there are skating performances: solo performances of eagles spreading their wings on the ice; There are three people pulling the sled with the dog; Some people simply sit on boards, ride on pine branches and run thousands of miles along slopes. ...
Green willows in spring, mushrooms in summer and glaciers in winter have accompanied me through a short childhood, which still makes me memorable and intoxicated!