To-70.80 lost youth (1), memories on the way after school (spring)

After 80, the youngest has reached the age of 30, and the oldest has reached the age of no doubt, while after 70, it has basically reached the age of destiny. This article is only for friends born after 70.80 to recall the lost youth together-(1) memories on the way to school and after school.

I will start my childhood memories with time as the line.

Spring is here, the holiday is over, it's time to go to school. The cold of winter slowly fades away, and the warmth of spring slowly comes. The willows by the river spit green silk, the grass by the roadside sticks out its head, the nameless wildflowers show smiling faces, and the peach blossoms all over the mountains compete to open, making spring look full of vitality. The students walked on the way to school, talking and laughing, very happy.

Look at some naughty boys around a willow tree. When you look closer, you are actually making "Mimi" with willow branches. Break a willow branch, and twist the willow bark with your hands, from top to bottom, until the stem rotates completely. At this time, gently pull out the trunk, leaving a complete hollow bark, cut both ends of this hollow bark neatly with a pencil knife, then peel off one end with a pencil knife and put this end on it. You make one, I will make one, and some will make several for other students. Everyone walks on the way to school, blowing while walking, and it's fun.

After school, everyone went up the mountain to pick peaches. You picked a bunch, I picked a bunch, took it home and put it in a beer bottle full of water to let the peach blossom slowly.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil, after a spring rain. After school, students will go to the field to pick up the "soft ground", take it home, clean it with water, and then wrap some tofu to make buns, which are delicious.

There are also "bitter vegetables" and "dandelions" picked in the field, which are taken home to make cold dishes, which are particularly delicious.

When elms sprout, eat "elm money", pick a bunch of elm money, put a strand in your hand and chew it in your mouth. It's delicious.

Childhood is beautiful, although the material was not particularly rich at that time, until the children were particularly happy and naive. Time flies, and suddenly we all grow up, leaving only good memories.