Summer of childhood

There are many interesting stories in childhood, and the most unforgettable one is the summer of childhood. Catch dragonflies, fish, sleep on the hillside at night and watch the moon, count the stars, watch the Milky Way, Petunia Vega and the Big Dipper.

In summer, cicadas keep calling in front of locust trees, mosquitoes buzz in the evening, and dragonflies fly low in droves. Fold a Vitex negundo into a circle, insert it into the hole of the bamboo stick, tie it tightly with thread, look around for cobwebs and put them on the self-made circle. Then, use this net to catch dragonflies and put them in mosquito nets to eat mosquitoes.

In dog days, the whole village will sleep on the hillside behind the village. There are people all over the hillside.

Many times, after dinner early, I quickly grab a good position on the hillside with a quilt and a mat. When everyone came in an endless stream, the hillside became lively. Adults chat in small groups and children play together. When drowsiness struck, they all lay quietly and looked at the stars all over the sky. At that time, they liked to see the Cowherd, the Weaver Girl, the Big Dipper and the Milky Way.

In the early morning, the sun flooded the hillside and was awakened by the sun. Dew at night moistens the quilt, and the sun dries it and takes it home.

In the ancient well at the entrance of the village in summer, people come to fetch water in an endless stream. Everyone will come to the ancient well with a coarse pottery kettle, tie the handle of the kettle with a rope and throw it into the well to drink. Cool and delicious, thirst-quenching and sweet. There was no refrigerator at that time, it was pure natural ice water.

The scene of the whole village fishing in the pond is still fresh in my memory. Men and women, old and young, all rolled up their trouser legs and carried baskets, enthusiastically fishing in the muddy pond.