The original text of "Remembering Childhood" by Feng Zikai.

When I recall my childhood, there are three things I cannot forget. ?

The first thing is to raise silkworms. It happened when I was five or six years old and my grandmother was in Japan. My grandmother was a generous and fun-loving person who never let go of good times and good seasons. Sericulture is also held on a large scale every year. In fact, it was only after I grew up that I realized that my grandmother’s sericulture was not just for profit, and Ye Gui often lost money every year. However, she liked this spring embellishment, so she held it on a large scale every year. What I like is that it was originally a silkworm shop. At that time, the floor and floor of our three-bay hall were covered with silkworms, and springboards were set up to facilitate passage and feeding leaves. Uncle Jiang took a load and went to the fields to pick leaves. My sisters and I followed to eat mulberries. When I swallowed it, I found that the mulberries were very purple and sweet, much more delicious than bayberries. After we ate, we made a bowl out of a big leaf, picked a bowl of mulberries, and followed Jiang Wubo back. While Jiang Wubo was feeding silkworms, I would walk on the springboard for fun. I would often slip and fall onto the floor, crushing many silkworm babies. My grandmother hurriedly called to Jiang Wubo to pick me up and not allow me to leave again. However, the springboard in this room is like a chessboard street, and it is very low. It is not scary at all to walk on. It is really fun. This is really a rare pleasure once a year! So despite my grandmother's prohibition, I always walked every day.

After the silkworms went up the mountain, the whole family quietly guarded them. The children were not allowed to make any noise at that time. I felt dull for a while. However, after a few days, cocoons were collected and silk was made, and the lively atmosphere became thicker again. As usual every year, we ask Niuqiaotou Qiniangniang to make silk. Uncle Jiang bought loquats and soft cakes every day to feed the people who collected cocoons, made silk, and made fires. Everyone thinks that now is a time of hard work and hope, so they should enjoy this snack and eat it without any courtesy. I also eat a lot of loquats and soft cakes every day without any reward. This is another pleasure.

When Qi Niangniang was taking a break while making silk, she held a hookah, stretched out the short half of the little finger on her left hand to show me, and said to me: When making silk, behind the silk car, there are thousands of people. Don't get too close. Her little finger was accidentally run off by a thread axle rod when she was a child. She added: "Little girl, please don't go behind the silk cart. Just sit next to me and eat loquats and soft cakes. There are also silkworm chrysalises made from silk making. Ask mom to fry them. They are so delicious. "However, I never want to eat silkworm chrysalises, probably because my father and sisters don't eat them either. What I was happy about was the extraordinary atmosphere at home at that time. The daily fixed hall windows, long tables, and Eight Immortals chairs were all put away and turned into unusual silk wheels, plaques, and vats. And constantly and openly you can eat snacks. ?

After the silk was finished, Jiang Wubo sang "I want to eat loquats, and there will be silkworms next year", packed up the silk cart and restored all the furnishings. I felt a kind of desolate loneliness. However, I find this transformation novel and interesting.

Now that I recall what happened here, it often fascinates me! Grandma, Fifth Uncle Jiang, Qi Niangniang and Zhu Sisters all look like characters in fairy tales and dramas. And in my opinion, the protagonist of their drama at that time was me. What sweet memories! It’s just the theme of this play. Now that I think about it carefully, I feel bad: raising silkworms and making silk is a happy life, but it itself is the killing of tens of thousands of living beings! There are two immortal poems in "Xiqing Sanji": "The self-woven lotus root silk shirt is tender, and it is a pity that the spring silkworms are spared from the hard work." Ande also invented a silk car for weaving lotus root silk in the world, and spared the lives of spring silkworms in the world! ?

My grandmother died when I was seven years old, and my family stopped raising silkworms. Soon my father and all my siblings died one after another, the family declined, and my happy childhood also passed. Therefore, this memory will always fascinate me and make me eternally repentant.

The second thing cannot be forgotten. It’s my father’s Mid-Autumn Festival moon viewing. The centerpiece of the joy of admiring the moon is eating crabs. After my father won the imperial examination, the imperial examination was abolished. He had nothing to do at home, eating wine and reading every day. He does not want to eat sheep, beef, or pork, but likes to eat fish, shrimp, and the like. And for crabs. Especially like it. From July and August until winter, my father's daily dinner stipulations included a crab, a bowl of hot dried tofu bought from the tofu shop next door, a broken porcelain tureen, a hookah, a book, and a book on the corner of the table. The image of an old cat sitting upright was very deep in my mind, and I can still see it clearly to this day. I watched, and sometimes he would give me a crab leg or half a piece of dried tofu. But I like crab legs. Crab tastes so good. We five sisters and brothers all like to eat it, and it is also because my father likes to eat it. Only my mother is the opposite of us. She likes to eat meat, but she doesn’t like crabs and she doesn’t know how to eat crabs. When she eats, her fingers are often pricked by the thorns on the crab claws, causing bleeding; and she picks them very uncleanly. Her father often said that she was a layman.

My father said: Eating crabs is an elegant thing. Only an expert can understand how to eat it. First break off the crab legs, then open the crab bucket... How to eat the meat in the fists (joints) on the feet, and how to pick out the meat in the navel... The claws can be used as needles to pick out the meat... On the crab claws The bones can be made into a beautiful butterfly... My father is really good at eating crabs and eats them very cleanly. So Mother Chen said: "The crab shells that the master ate were really crab shells.

The storage place of crabs. In the tank in the corner of the well, there are always about ten of them. On Chinese Valentine's Day and Chinese Valentine's Day, During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival and other festivals, the tank is full of crabs. At that time, we all have to eat, and each of us has to eat a large one, or one and a half. Especially on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the interest is even stronger. In the late evening, we moved the table to the white field next door to eat under the moonlight. It was even more quiet. At the end of the day, only our family gathered around the table, and there was only one servant, Hongying, sitting next to us. Laughing and looking at the moon, they - my father and my sisters - waited until the moon set brightly, and I fell asleep halfway and separated from my father and sisters.

This was because of my father's addiction to crabs. The feast is centered on eating crabs. Therefore, this kind of night banquet is not limited to the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is also held several times on moonlit nights during the crab season. However, it is not a good time, so we sometimes eat less. We all followed our father's example and peeled the meat very finely. We didn't eat the peeled meat right away. We all put it in the crab bucket. After peeling it, we put a little ginger vinegar in it and mixed it with it. It was served as a side dish with rice. Because my father is very economical in eating vegetables, and he said that crab is the most delicious, and it is boring to eat crab with other dishes. If there is any leftover, my father will praise me, and I can eat the extra crab meat in vain, so everyone encourages me to save. Now looking back at that time, half a crab leg cost more than two mouthfuls of rice. It tasted so good! I have never tasted this again since I died, and now that I am a father, I will never taste this again!

However, the theme of this play is still the killing of living beings! Therefore, this memory always fascinates me and makes me regret it forever.

The third thing I cannot forget. It was my friendship with Wang Nannan in the tofu shop next door, and the center of this friendship was fishing.

That happened when I was twelve or thirteen years old. Wang Nannan in the tofu shop next door was my friend at that time. The eldest brother among the children. He is an only child. His mother, grandmother and uncle love him very much, give him a lot of money and toys, and let him play outside every day. His house is next to mine. People who go to the market every day must pass by the door of his tofu shop. People from the two families see each other day and night and interact with each other. In addition, his family seems to be more than a neighbor to my family. We have a deep friendship with each other, so the people in his family are very friendly to me. His grandmother often brings home-produced dried tofu, tofu clothes, etc. to my father to drink. At the same time, among the children, Wang Nannan is also special with me. Better. He is older than me, stronger than me, and has a richer life than me. When we play together, he always guides me and takes care of me, just like an elder brother to a younger brother. Sometimes we are in my family's dyeing shop. We played on the couch and sometimes went out together. Whenever his grandmother saw us playing together, she would always tell her to treat me well and not to scold me. I heard people say that his family seemed to have been in trouble, and my father had helped them. I was busy, so the adults in his family asked Wang Nannan to take care of me.

I didn’t know how to fish at first, but Wang Nannan taught me. He asked his uncle to buy two pairs of fishing rods, one for me and one for himself. He went to the rice bucket to catch many rice worms, dipped them in the can filled with water, and took me to Muchangqiao to fish. He taught me how to catch a rice worm first and insert the fishing hook from the tail to the head. Then put down the water. He added: "As soon as the floating ball moves, you have to pull it immediately, then the hook will catch the fish's jaw and the fish will not be able to escape." I followed the test he taught, and sure enough, I caught more than a dozen white stripes on the first day, but none of them were able to escape. He helped me pull the fishing rod.

The next day, with half a can of culled flies in his hand, he came to ask me to go fishing again. On the way, he said to me: "It's not necessarily rice worms. It's better to fish with flies. Fish like to eat flies!" On this day we caught a small bucket of various fish. When he came home, he sent the fish bucket to my house and said he didn't want it. My mother asked Hongying to fry it and serve me dinner.

From then on, I just loved fishing. You don’t have to go with Wang Nannan, you can go fishing by yourself, and you have learned how to dig up earthworms for fishing.

Moreover, the fish I caught were not only enough for my own dinner, but could also be given to people in the shop or given to cats. I remember that my enthusiasm for fishing at this time was not only out of a desire for play, but also a bit of utilitarian interest. Inside. For three or four summers, I was enthusiastic about fishing and saved my mother a lot of money on vegetables.

Later I grew up and went to school in another country, so I no longer had time for fishing. However, I often read passages praising fishing in books, such as "fishing alone in the snow in the cold river" and "spent my life as a woodcutter", and then I realized that fishing is actually a very elegant thing. Later, I learned that the so-called "fishing place" is a beautiful name that describes people's hometown. I was greatly incited by it and complained about it: I thought, "Fishing is indeed elegant, my hometown is indeed my fishing place, and it is a cherished hometown." But now that I think about it, it is unfortunate and sad. This theme is also about the killing and cruelty of living beings! ?

My golden age was short, but I only remember these three things. Unfortunately, they are all killing for fun, and I will always repent.

Appreciation: This prose was written by Feng Zikai and is selected from "Selected Works of Feng Zikai". It is a very simple and touching article. Feng Zikai recalled his childhood and said that there were three things that he should not forget: raising silkworms, admiring the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and fishing. Sericulture is mainly to commemorate my grandmother. This is an auspicious festival, and my grandmother will also hold "sericulture" on a large scale. The author looked at my grandmother and sisters... Later, my grandmother passed away and silkworm raising was no longer continued; Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation is We ate crabs with my father and sister. My father loved crabs the most, and it was even better with a bottle of wine. My sister and I also enjoyed the tranquility of the night; fishing was two things taught to me by my good friend Wang Nannan. The friends are very happy to take care of each other together. All three things are unforgettable for the author. However, at the end of the article, he said: "My golden age was very short, and I can only remember these three things. Unfortunately, they were all killing animals for fun, which made me regret forever." The author is very caring and has compassion for animals. Love, he is also very simple, very kind, and very friendly with his friends.

Enlightenment: In the article "Remembering Childhood", we saw a childhood Feng Zikai who was full of innocence and gentleness. We also saw a Feng Zikai who was honest, kind and compassionate. The article reflects his views on life and the world: life is equal, life and death are natural, and children are the most innocent. With a child-like heart, treat all things in the world sincerely, put fame and wealth aside, and use With a normal heart, face life indifferently. The meaning of life is to discover that you can live happily like a child without having to worry about the trivial matters in life.