Spring comes early this year. Just in February, the yi river bank and the wind on the face, willows green, I and my wife led the granddaughter to the river bank to fly a kite. Facing the wind, the kite rose into the air, I looked up, the sun was shining, I could not help sneezing. The old man went to the willow tree to fold a thin wicker, and put it in two circles on my granddaughter's head. He twirled the branches off the poplars, twisted the bark off the bark, and scraped the skin off his head with his fingernail, and blew it in his mouth with great force, short and squeaky; Long, whimpering. The granddaughter was amazed. Listening to the whistle, it reminded me of the spring of my childhood: wring the whistle, kicking the shuttlecock, and playing on the swing. Every year after the fifteenth day of the first month, the father began to get busy, and he went out to get fat, to build the ground, to repair the water wall, to reclaim the slope, to clean up the rope and so on. My brother and I began to beg our father to give us a swing frame when we took off our cotton-padded trousers and put on the padded jacket. It was a great fun to play on a swing. It was a very hard work to get on the swing frame, and after repeated requests master of business administration hong kong, my father would take a little time out of the busy schedule after the spring equinox to build it. The trapeze is always set in the open space west of my house. It was a playground for the people, and the wall was where the elderly sat, and grandpa and his old fellows were smoking a dry pipe and sunning themselves. Mother and sister-in-law sometimes took a stool out to sit on the sole, while working while looking after the wandering nephew. Sunday morning, the father with families planed pit, buried on the west two purline, every three steps far east by buried two purline, is the upper cross, tied with rope, looking for a strong seized robinia purlin ahead of time, in two large hoop cross arm in the above, form the door. Sitting board furniture is many years ago a carpenter to do well, by the way, when a cotton feet long, and a wide span, chisel circular hole on both ends, father strong rope off the cart, through the two holes on the board, the two respectively in the two hoop, adjust the rope, let the board a feet high from the ground, then my father stood up, pressed firmly rope buckle son, looked up and check it again. Had a dozen small children nearby, my brother to string tied to a thick line on both sides, he sat on the board, hands holding the rope, and two children pulled the cord to send a send, time, swinging higher and higher, my younger brother to shout: "try harder!" Several up and down, up to the top, his head was even higher than the beam. The boys were round, and in a moment they couldn't get round our girls, so we kicked the shuttlecock and looked at who played more. The shuttlecock is sewn by itself. It is sewn into a matchbox-sized square bag with a cloth and a blue cloth. It is packed with ten grains of corn, six small packets and a shuttlecock virtual office mongkok, which is the size of steamed buns. The shuttlecock has a variety of flowers, the simplest is a succession of kicks, to kick how many of the theory wins and defeats. At most, I kicked the shuttlecock more than 700 times in a row. The most interesting is to kick and sing, add some flowers: "one ah two ah one three dozen!" Kick back with your feet; "One, four, five! It is to let the shuttlecock fall on the arm that is raised; "1617! Let the shuttlecock fall on the toes; "Eighteen sleeves! Let the shuttlecock fall on the cuff; "Nineteen ten! Let the shuttlecock fall on your head. These movements are all in one breath, which part of the shuttlecock falls off the ground, step aside, let others kick, wait for that person also miss, oneself pick up the stubble to continue. Whoever kicks first ten wins. Finally it was our turn to swing. My nephew came forward, and he was too young to sit on it, afraid of falling. My sister-in-law came forward and took him aside. I sat on it, and fern and the parsley pulled the strings together, and the higher they went, the more they felt, and felt like they were flying Massage Cushion. My sister-in-law saw loudly and asked: "sister ah, look at your mother-in-law's home?" "I smiled." yes." Then he asked, "where is your mother-in-law's gate?" "I don't know," I replied. My sister-in-law said, "I know, your mother-in-law's big door is facing the street, and you can't help but have four legs. The guard dog barks at strangers." While playing, the people laughed, and for a while I came down, fern went up to me and qin, and my sister-in-law asked fern a few words -- happy! There is also a play, it is your drive, feet stand on the board, legs peg-leg, hands holding the rope, gift, their efforts, the precursor, recycling, drive higher and higher, tired, stood on honesty, were swinging back and forth across a dozen, and others. There are many people in the village to build trapeze, sometimes we go to other people's house to see, while sitting, also sit up to take a long time, try, the feeling is not as good as the family. Some people make a swing by two trees, tie the beam, tie up the rope, can coax the child not to cry. Before tomb-sweeping day these days, no firewood, no pig can be cut, is a rare good times in a year, after school, we are mostly in the rope swing around to play, some play swing, someone gave, someone see, also somebody to fold to poplar willow branches twist his whistle. Wait to tomb-sweeping day, is a free day, men, women and children all don't work, sister-in-law elder sister went to swing, said: "the children already played these days, we did play swing." So they took turns sitting on the swing board for a little while to recall the time of childhood. We didn't and they fight, stood watching, or touch a hard-boiled egg to play, some tore off a piece of red radish money, dip dye eggs of pink of water, and then to find friend touch, whose egg shell is broken, is lost. My mother said that the skin of the red skin was thick, and I chose a large one, and I took it out and touched it, and I won it. I didn't think the leaf came, she smiled and felt a goose egg from her pocket. I pressed my head against her, and just once, my shell broke. After the tomb-sweeping day, my father took the swing apart early. Every year. There is an old saying: "the swing is not played before, after hitting the head." Therefore, the children's heart pain is useless, after the qingming festival, can not see the swing, can only hope the next year's qingming hurry to arrive... "Look, grandmother! "Cried the granddaughter." there are two big birds in the sky." When I recovered, I saw two white cranes flying in the distant sky, circling and falling in the shallow water.
