The third interesting story of childhood: picking up hail (part two)

Continuing yesterday's "Interesting Childhood Story 3: Picking up Hail (I)", when the hail fell, several of our classmates took shelter from the rain under the eaves of the warehouse. The warehouse is the warehouse for storing goods at the railway station (the only way for us to go home), with a wide cement unloading platform and eaves.

We, who have never seen such a big hail, tried to reach out and catch the falling hail. At that time, the hail particles were not small, one by one as big as pigeon eggs, and they fell from the sky, but it was not easy to pick them up by hand, because the hail hit the hand and bounced to the ground.

After a while, about ten minutes, the hail stopped and it was still raining. At that time, adults were busy with work, so it was impossible for someone to send us umbrellas. We continue to walk home.

I don't know which friend said that her old man said that "hail water can reduce the fever", so everyone ignored the rain on their faces and began to pick up hail along the rails. Those hailstones roll down to both sides of the tracks like birds' eggs and can be lifted with both hands.

Hail is like a translucent glass ball. The surface is crystal clear and the inside is as white as snow. It's too beautiful to resist. The bold little friend also put the hail in his mouth and licked it, just like eating popsicles.

I remember it was still spring and everyone was wearing thin coats. My coat happened to have two pockets, so I filled my coat pockets with hail. Worried about the hail jumping out, he also covered his pockets with two small hands and moved on.

Little friends without pockets simply take off their red scarves for hail. Never pack hail with books, because hail will melt slowly, but books should not be wet.

I don't want to change into wet clothes when I get home. I rummaged through some empty glass bottles, cleaned them according to the method my friend taught me, put unmelted hail into the bottles, carefully covered them and buried them in the open space in front of my house. Several loofah seedlings planted in the open space in front of the house were also scattered by hail, which was terrible.

The adults came back, and the children were in high spirits because of the hail, but the adults all looked serious and rushed to the roof to check their roofs (the dormitory where they lived at that time was a bungalow), because some tiles on the roof of every household were broken by the hail.

Later, I learned that the so-called "hail water can reduce fever" has no scientific basis, and those hail waters are dumped.

Hail is formed by extreme weather at high altitude. Although the composition is mostly water, there are many impurities and chemical residues, which are not good for human body.

Although hail has brought harm to crops and houses, picking up hail has become an interesting thing in childhood, which lasts forever and is unforgettable.