Liu Di recalled his childhood.

Liu Di remembers his childhood. In the memory of childhood, life is so hard and the years are so heavy. Only when winter goes and spring comes, rivers and willows are green. When the flute sounded, I didn't know the sadness of the days and the weight of the years. Let's enjoy Liu Di's voice and recall our childhood.

Liu Di recalled his childhood. 1 Spring in the city is far less than that in the countryside. There are several willow trees in the community. I didn't know that spring was coming until one day I suddenly found emerald buds on the willow branches, which reminded me of playing the flute when I was a child.

There is a small river two miles from the village, and there is a willow forest on the shore. Every spring, it is our paradise. On Sunday, as soon as my friends and I finished our homework, we met to play in Liushulin.

When we arrived in Liu Shulin, we were like white rabbits on the grassland, tumbling, wrestling, swinging with willow branches, weaving hats with willow branches and fighting guerrilla warfare. Of course, playing the flute was the most interesting thing. We broke a willow branch and rubbed it repeatedly in our hands until the bark was loose. Then we bit the willow branches and gently pulled them with our hands. A cylindrical willow bark is cut off, and the green bark at one end is cut off with a knife to make a willow flute. When you put it in your mouth, you can make a purring sound. The thick branches have a deep voice, while the thin branches have a loud voice. I not only play the flute well, but also play it well. On the way home, the sound of Liu Di accompanied us happily. The sounds come and go, and every note is full of cheerful melody.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, my teacher took us for an outing in Liushulin. We play the game of losing handkerchiefs under the willow tree, and whoever loses will perform the program. Some students sing, some tell jokes, some guess riddles and some walk upside down. Once, a handkerchief was thrown behind me. I didn't find it caught, so I had to perform a program. I am very introverted. When I was pushed to the center of the field, my face was as red as drunk. I'm not shy with my head down like a little girl. I don't know what to do when I stand there!

Suddenly, Erpang said to me loudly, "Aren't you the best at playing the flute?" I grabbed the board and nodded like a drowning man. Er Pang said to his classmates, "Let him play a song for us, ok?" The students clapped their hands. I quickly ran under the willow tree and broke branches to make a flute. In a short time, when the flute was finished, I put it in my mouth, and a beautiful song "Let's paddle" floated out from the flute hole. The flute is melodious and beautiful, and many students sing along. I'm not nervous at all. After blowing, the students asked me to play another song, and I did not hesitate to play another song "Where is Spring?". After these two songs were sung, the teachers and classmates gave me warm applause. From then on, I was never afraid to speak or perform in front of others.

Now, my daughter is in the fourth grade. I made her a willow flute, but she can't play it. I blew it to her, but I couldn't find the feeling of being a child anymore. ...

Liu Disheng remembers childhood II. This is the time when "birds are singing and dancing, butterflies are crazy, and spring is as deep as the sea in Ruyan Liu". The pace of spring is more steady, the grass is more dense, and the willow trees in the spring breeze are more enchanting and swaying. Looking at the green wicker, it seems that there is a long flute in my ear, which brings me back to a wonderful childhood.

When I was a child, I liked spring best. When the apricot blossoms were smiling and the tender wicker just sprouted, I broke off a branch, unscrewed the bark, pulled out the white branches inside, cut the small green cylinder into sections with different lengths and thicknesses with a knife, and cut off a thin layer of green skin with a knife. When it blows, the green willow flute is made.

Depending on the thickness, different tones can be blown out. A rich and deep voice, like the sound of a horn; Thin, loud voice, with the taste of suona. Accompanied by the sound of grass blooming, the spring of childhood played a unique' spring movement'.

When I come back from school at night, the air is filled with the smell of smoke from the kitchen. My friends and I didn't go home for dinner, cheering and jumping under the willow tree at the head of the village to the tender willow branches.

This little willow flute looks simple, but it's not that easy to make. You should choose wicker which is especially smooth and has no bifurcation as the material of the flute, so as to play it.

Younger children can't do it, so they follow closely behind their brothers and sisters, anxiously waiting for the finished willow flute to be put into their mouths, holding their mouths and bulging their cheeks, looking for the feeling of being a musician.

When everyone has four or five willow flutes of different lengths, the sound of the flute will resound through the fields and villages, resound through the carefree childhood, and make them blush, laugh at apricot blossoms, blow away the fatigue of adults working in the fields, blow away the dust in their hearts, and blow away the innocence and beauty of childhood.

In childhood, we "played" with the happiness and sadness in our hearts with sunshine, stars and moon, and rain and dew. That voice, a song, can only be understood by children and played at will. Although there is no melodious sound of the shepherd's flute, it makes people listen to the sound of spring.

Every spring, when the flute rings, there is such a long day. When the willow branches are old, the plot of playing the flute will come to an end. So these days have become the best time in my childhood memory. That little green willow flute became a token for friends to get together in spring.

Now, my childhood has gone away from me, and my hometown has changed. How many times have I dreamed of returning to my hometown? The grass and trees in my hometown and the weeping willow trees at the head of the village are still clear, and the characters are still fresh, as if I can smell the smoke from the kitchen in the evening, and I can hear the long sound of my grandmother calling me home. The sound of the willow flute whirls in the fleeting time, leaving me intoxicated in the world of mortals alone!

Liu Di recalls childhood 3 Everyone's childhood has many interesting things. The interesting thing in my childhood is playing Liu Di. ...

Spring has come, and the drowsiness of winter in the wild has faded and is full of vitality. From a distance, there are no traces of winter in vilen. Rows of well-planned forest belts in the fields danced in the warm spring breeze, and the grass on the Gobi Desert not far away had broken out of the ground, showing a different kind of green in the sun. At this time, you can smell the smell of grass mixed with soil in the distance from time to time. I know that spring in the wilderness has really come! ……

As the weather gets warmer, the spring in the wilderness becomes greener and greener. At this time, I like to run around in the wilderness and shout loudly against the wind. Sometimes I go to the sand dunes to catch hard-shelled worms and four-legged snakes, go to the company's collective vegetable fields to find bean sprouts that I didn't dig out last autumn, dig mouse holes in the fields to find food for chickens, ducks and geese at home, and go to the company's canal to watch lazy toads climb out of the holes. ...

There are many interesting things in my childhood, but nothing interests me more than making and playing Liu Di in spring!

I spent my childhood in a foreign company. ...

As the weather gets warmer day by day, the trees around our company gradually turn green. The most obvious thing is that the willows on both sides of the canal in front of my yard are getting softer and greener. One day, when I came back from school, I suddenly saw yellow and beige willows growing on the willows beside the canal. I know this is the best time to make Liu Di. My friends and I can make Liu Di, which is the best for me.

At that time, I always liked to pick a drooping turquoise willow branch that looked very uniform by the canal, cut it into pieces with scissors, twist it by hand, then take off the complete leather tube, bite one end of the tube flat with my teeth, and gently bite off a layer of green skin, leaving a layer of yellow skin, and the willow flute can be blown.

At that time, the boys and girls who were friends loved to play the flute, and everyone was the disseminator of spring. In those days when the willow just sprouted, the sound of the willow flute could be heard all day by the canal, under the tree, in the yard, in the school and in the company department. Some children blow while walking, blowing and blowing, as if the flute itself has legs, and they are everywhere. Liu Di varies in length and thickness, making different sounds. The voice is thin and sharp, like a girl; Rough, stupid voice, like a boy; Not coarse or fine, like a mezzo-soprano or baritone. A short, loud voice; A long, long sound; Not short, not long, loud and long. When all kinds of Liu Di blow together, it becomes Liu Di's ensemble and symphony.

Adults don't object to children playing Liu Di. For them, Liu Di has a special charm, which can arouse many memories and feelings. Someone said, "Another year!" Someone said, "How time flies! I know I'm old when the willow flute rings! " Needless to say, people have memories of sound, and the sound of the willow flute has left a mark on their hearts. At the mention of this sign, the past comes to mind. It can be said that the spring breeze is as thin as sorrow in the sound of willow flute. Every spring, I have to make at least three liudi: treble, alto and bass, which are played alternately. I blow through my mouth, blowing this and that, and my cheeks are swollen and painful.

The thickest and longest root, I also cut a few diamond-shaped square holes on it with scissors, just like others playing bamboo flute, and put my fingers on the square holes to blow. In this way, the sound is no longer straight, but changed. Although the sound is not very nice, it still has a special taste. I remember that every time I come back from school, my friends always like to walk and play all the way, compare with each other and see who plays better.

At this time, the sound of willow flutes with different timbres is accompanied by the chirping of sparrows on both sides of the road, which makes the whole company full of spring melodies. These melodies seem to float over the whole company until we go home ... At that time, we can meet adults who come back from work from time to time. At this time, naughty people will always get together to play the flute, and adults will always look at us with a smile. It seems that my thoughts have been carried far away by the sound of the willow flute ... At that time, my favorite time was to run to the sand dunes not far from home during the weekend break, play the willow flute on the empty leaves, and quietly listen to the empty echoes of the leaves and the crisp and distant tunes of the willow flute. ...

Unconsciously, the spring in the wilderness has passed, but the spring in the wilderness is always vast, vigorous and beautiful, which has blocked too many stories of my childhood. ...

Later, our family moved away from the company and I went to college. I seldom go back to the wilderness after graduation, but the sound of willow flute that accompanied my childhood remains in my memory!