A childhood time belonging to a naked child

Young Jinshi

The memories are always so beautiful and make people intoxicated. They wake up from their dreams with a smile and still have something to say. The river at that time was very clear, the air at that time was very fresh, the winter at that time was very cold, and the sky at that time was very blue.

That summer, when I was less than ten years old, I went to the river to bathe with my uncles. The water is clear and the mud is soft. They were playing in the river, while I could only soak in the shallow water like a landlubber. Inadvertently, I was pushed into the water by them. Bubbles appeared on the surface of the water. I took a big sip.

There is a big willow tree that was knocked down by the water. It must have been unable to bear the soaking of the river water and surrendered under her pomegranate skirt. The branches swayed in the breeze, half of the trunk was soaked in the water, and the willow leaves were floating in the water, making waves. I climbed up to the tree with my bare buttocks and balls, and lay down on it, enjoying the coolness of my balls being blown by the breeze.

When I was a child, I almost never bought any toys. I just made them myself. There are cages for holding grasshoppers, made from sorghum stalks; there are slingshots for shooting birds, made from tree branches; there are match guns used to play with for police to catch thieves, made from bicycles; there are four corners for small and big, Taken from other people's books...

There is a large pile of books under the bed, all left over from elementary school. Some are yellowed, and some are missing several pages. Opening a book and turning it over, the fragrance of the past is no longer there, and the darkened paper faintly exudes the smell of time. Open the treasure box and take out the iron pencil case that was treasured back then. Dots of pen oil left over from history are sprinkled in every corner. A bunch of battered ballpoint pens can no longer be used, and half of the pen holder used for blowing bubbles has been forgotten aside. The yellow color makes me lose the courage to pick it up and blow bubbles again.

The winter was very cold at that time. Starting from wearing leaky pants, rolling snowballs and having snowball fights in the snow had become a way of entertainment. In those careless years, I can’t remember how many pieces of cake I pulled in the snow and how many people stepped on landmines. At that time, I was still wearing crotchless pants, and I would raise my buttocks and let the adults wipe it. When I was happy, I would use paper to help you wipe off the "gold". If the "gold" was missing, I would kick my buttocks with my cloth-soled shoes.

The summer was very hot at that time, and the wheat harvest season was a happy time for children. After threshing, digging a hole from the bottom of the threshed wheat straw stack is a common practice for hide-and-seek. It can protect you from the sun and protect you from rain in rainy weather. In that era of imperfect mechanization, people became the most critical labor force. The roller pulled behind the tractor is relied on to thresh the wheat. When night comes, I lie on the wheat stack and look up at the sky. The Big Dipper is clearly visible in the night sky and is particularly conspicuous.

Autumn is here, the noise of summer gradually subsides, and the chirping cicadas are like grasshoppers after autumn and have lost their strength. The air after the rain was suffocatingly fresh, and the ground was wet. In the evening, I used a flashlight to look for cicadas on the trees. At this time, it was just about to shed its skin, and just as it was about to shed its shell, it was marinated in salt water for one night, and the next day it was fried in oil, and a delicious dish was born. There is a little tip for catching cicadas. Elm trees are the "hosts" that mature cicadas rely on for survival. If you look near the elm trees in the evening, you will definitely find a lot of them. The process of finding cicadas is not smooth sailing. It is pitch black and there is no flashlight, which can cause a lot of trouble and may affect the mating chafers. The ground cannot be missed either. The time should be chosen at a certain point when it is getting dark or after rain. If you have a keen eye, you will find many small holes on the ground. Before you go to the wrong nest and find the ant hole, you should be able to catch a lot of little things that are about to go out. It doesn't matter if you don't want to come out. If you pour water into the hole and it doesn't come out, it won't work.

I will never forget the big yellow dog that has been with me for many years. Sometimes it is well-behaved and sensible, sometimes it is wild and untamable. It has bitten me, but I have always regarded it as a buddy. At that time, it was still a big yellow dog that knew how to watch the door. When I was scolded, I held it and told it my inner grievances, crying to it. If I could, I would write a story about it because it is different and because it is a part of my life.

A few days before the Chinese New Year in 2008, it was lost and never came back. I know that it may no longer be alive. The dog dealers are cruel and may have become a dish on other people’s plates.

Time flies, this naked child like me has grown up, and all of this has turned into memories.

Sometimes I think, I didn’t have the financial means to buy a camera at that time, how great it would be if I could freeze all the beautiful things!

Later I put on a white shirt and could boldly light a cigarette in front of others. I no longer acted like a naughty person in the corner.