What is childhood without cartoons?

I have a daughter who will be 3 years old on National Day. Since having her, the whole family has been laughing and laughing. She is the happy fruit of the whole family, and sometimes I feel that I have experienced another childhood with her.

Sometimes watching TV plays, I often feel that being an actor is not bad, because different scripts can experience different lives at the same time. Although it is a drama, it is also profound enough.

Before going to bed at night, I heard the story of a little girl raising a silkworm baby. I know there are many words in it that my daughter can't understand, because she has never seen silkworms, mulberry leaves and cocoons, so she can only explain them to her with the help of online videos or pictures.

When it comes to silkworms, I think of the silkworms that used to be kept in our whole room. I pushed the door in, and tens of thousands of squirming silkworms ate the rustling of mulberry leaves, eating fast and growing fast. Silkworms can climb trees (long ropes made of straw) to make cocoons and sell them.

At that time, I often followed my mother to pick mulberry leaves in the mulberry garden on the mountain. We all carry a small basket. It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was still hot in June and July. We wore straw hats and bowed our heads and quickly picked large pieces of bright green mulberry leaves. When we are lucky, we can see a bird's nest. I once saw two newly hatched birds in it. Mother bird is out looking for food, and my sister and I are anxious to take them home as pets.

When I am with my baby, I will build blocks, play various puzzles, colored clay, toys and watch cartoons. Seriously, these are all things I didn't play when I was a child. Even the sand is imported power sand that I bought for her online. Its advantages are sterility and easy cleaning.

Tell me about my childhood. The most interesting thing is to play house with my neighbor's little brother and sister by the abandoned wall, pick up some tiles as plates, pick up some flowers and plants on the ground as vegetables, and use broken bowls as knives. Sand is salt and monosodium glutamate, and water is oil and soup. Hahaha, it's much more fun than the vegetable-cutting toys that the baby bought now, because it's real enough.

Last time Grandpa was 9 1 year old, we went home with our family to celebrate his birthday, and all our relatives and friends came back. At the birthday party, suona firecrackers exploded and the band performed, which scared my little guy down. I just hold my grandmother's shoulder all day. Besides, in Shanghai, she has never seen anything like this. The children brought by relatives and friends at the birthday party are enough to open a small kindergarten. I obviously feel that she is more timid and quieter than her hometown. Of course, you can't blame her, a completely unfamiliar environment, a stranger, and her instinct to protect herself.

I often think about the difference between a baby who grew up in the city and a baby who grew up in the countryside. Children in rural areas have more opportunities to get close to nature, while children in cities have more opportunities to receive education. The problem is that most rural children still have to develop in cities, which is like entering someone else's territory. If you have less advantages, you naturally have to work harder than others.

Now back in the countryside, I feel that there are a lot less farmland and a lot more tall buildings, which have changed a lot compared with when I was a child. However, when I go back occasionally, I always want to taste these original things as much as possible.

When I first came to Shanghai, the biggest feeling was convenience. I didn't have to consider too many people's eyes when dressing up. As you can imagine, in our village, if you dress a little more brightly and fashionably, you have to be stared at like a monster.

My childhood was not accompanied by cartoons, but it was all natural contact. These fragments and scenes have gone deep into the bone marrow, enough for me to relive my life. Every time I think of them, they are still so fresh and fragrant. Unfortunately, it was not so convenient to record images when I was a child. Sometimes I wish I could draw, but now I can only describe it in words.

There are too many things to do in summer. Pick some peppers on the mountain in the early morning while the sun is still hot, and walk for 20-30 minutes. When there is no wind on the hot mountain, my mother teaches us to whistle, and the wind will come soon. The result is really amazing. There are also times when there is a storm, without an umbrella. Before going down the mountain, trees and grass are blown away by the strong wind and swallowed up like monsters. At this time, one's courage is really not enough.

Before the storm, we were grabbing millet in the yard. It is sunny and rainy. Everyone says God is crazy. After putting it all back in the basket, we were so hot that we sweated. We looked up and saw a bright rainbow on the top of the mountain in the distance. We cheered and told each other, and our hearts were as cool and sweet as eating popsicles.

At dawn, when the crystal dew was still breathing, we only heard the barking of dogs, frogs croaking and insects chirping. When we remembered the achievement of picking pumpkin flowers with baskets ourselves, we immediately felt sleepy.

In autumn, the rice waves at the entrance are golden, and the heavy rice ear choir twists its waist with the wind, wandering on the narrow path surrounded by three clusters and two clusters of wild flowers, unable to extricate itself, and instantly enters the play, feeling that it will fly like a beautiful butterfly.

Of course, there are too many. These memories are the fun of growing up with me, just like Transformers, Doraemon, meatballs and slam dunks, which are precious to many urban boys and girls, and this is also the unique spiritual wealth of our rural babies.

I think many friends who have similar experiences with me may have thought about being a farmer or gardener in the city. We hope to enjoy the convenience of the city and occasionally experience the fruits of manual labor and hard work. Perhaps this is why balconies or roof gardens were so prosperous before. I think it's definitely not just about food hygiene. Living in an apartment in the city, I look forward to a leisurely life, with a big house, a green lung manor, pets and children playing, what a poetic life.

Yes, there is still a dream, in case it comes true one day. I am the daughter of a farmer, and the spirit of the farmer makes me firmly believe that as long as you persist in cultivating, fertilizing and watering your own land, you can witness its germination, growing leaves, flowering and fruiting, and reap the joy of your own sowing.