Talking about begging for rain

In the afternoon, the rain was still dripping, while helping my 90-year-old grandmother to cut her nails, she quietly listened to the story of her childhood begging for rain.

She said that when I was a child, every dry season, the boys in the village would spontaneously dance dragons and sing "Begging for Rain" together. The dragon they jumped was made by themselves. They cut down a bunch of bananas, put bamboo poles on their heads to make faucets, and set up dragons with bamboo and banana leaves. From the first household at the head of the village to the last household at the end of the village, they danced and ran while singing happily, running and singing over and over again. ...

"Poor days, poor land, poor good boy without food. Eat a bowl of rice porridge in the morning and wash your feet to sleep at night. Sleep until midnight, get up at midnight, it rains heavily, one after another! The sky wailed, the earth mourned, and a heavy rain crossed the mound. It was a long day and a long land, and a heavy rain swept overhead. Send the dragon to land tonight, and send it to the sky at the last night ... "As she spoke, she sang in a simple and pleasant rhythm, watching her intoxicated, as if she had returned to childhood with her. ...

After cutting her nails, she still tells the story of dragon dancing and begging for rain over and over again, or sings childhood nursery rhymes over and over again. ...

It turns out that childhood memories will really accompany you all your life. When you are old, when you can't even remember your children and grandchildren, you will still remember your happy childhood. ...

May everyone have a lot of happy childhood!

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