What will your childhood memories be like?
When I was a child, I was very naughty. When you meet yellow tomatoes in the roadside garden, you have to get some raw tomatoes. Pepper pepper is only the thickness of his little finger, and his body is covered with salt. He has to pick some and dip them in salt. Because he is afraid of spicy food, he only dares to choose small ones.
On one occasion, several older children took them under the eaves to dig eggs and cook them. They also taught us to hold a small stick with a sieve, tie a rope, put the rope away and steal the wheat at home. At that time, there was very little rice, so we had to eat it every holiday. We put wheat in the middle and we could catch it when we were tempted. We can hurt the wings of birds with sticks, and when we lift the sieve, we can catch it.
When I was a child, I really didn't know anything. I hung out with older children. After the Spring Festival, people will sleep in the bean fields in the middle of the night and eat beans, flooding large areas. Adults will take turns guarding during the day, and rice fields are easy to guard. At this time, adults will spread ghost stories and really believe that they eat dinner very late, cook after dark, and dare not go out after dinner. Here are some memorable stories.
Seven years old, just started school, a little sensible. There is no electric light at home, but kerosene lamps are lit. The teacher told the story of fireflies and went to catch them at night. My mother was worried that she would be restless at night, so she told the story of bobcats (dialect, referring to wolves). Legend has it that there is a bobcat in the back of the mountain, which can fly over the eaves and walk over the walls. Dare not enter the village during the day, the village chief will organize a group of militiamen to fight with shotguns, and be afraid of firewood at night. In the eyes of bobcats, it is fire, and when they see fire, they will hide. Liege, the cunning bobcat, specializes in eating children. When it comes to talking, his eyes are bright and he is afraid. He can fly over the height of the door and come and go without a trace. Hearing this story, he never dared to go out again.
In summer, nothing is more fun than catching golden yellow cattle and local yellow cattle (beetles, larvae are called local silkworms). Tie a rope around your neck, fly under the lamp at night, put it in a bottle in your schoolbag during the day, and play after class. It's just dark after the rain, and the soil is loose and easy to come out. I often catch it in ditches, gardens and trees. My sister was worried about falling into the ditch, and I really fell into the ditch once, and my whole body was dirty as hell. My sister said, "So-and-so has seen several ghosts fly out of the ancestral grave behind the village. Those who lack yang will be attached, and when they meet children, they will follow them. " There is a large cemetery on the edge of the village, and there are many Siniang Shiva (dialect, similar to fortune-telling jumping off a building, but also spiritualism) in the villages around us. Business is also very good. I have seen many such scenes, so I believe my sister's words. At night, the moonlight came out, and someone had to call a ghost, turn around and see their own shadows and trees swaying, and run home desperately, which was a long time of paranoia.
Another activity in summer is climbing the bath (in dialect, swimming is like a dog climbing and scratching the bath). My family was also worried and drowned many people. At that time, there was TV, and I loved watching Four Generations under One roof, The Journey to the West and so on. My sister told me there were water ghosts. As long as they are dragged by water ghosts, they are weak and powerless, and they can reach their own position by pulling a body body double. Weakness does exist. People who rarely soak in water soon become weak, which is a serious leg cramp.
When I was in the fifth grade, I often went to pick mushrooms with my sister. At that time, my family was very poor, so I had no choice but to charge tuition. The whole village, old and young, will go to pick it up in droves, and those who receive it will be sold to the city. Many people pick it up. Some people pick it up with flashlights in the middle of the night, and the missed harvest is very small at dawn. My sister always said: If there are thousands of copies, there are 10,000 copies. As long as they go, they can get it.
One Friday, my sister asked her partner to pick it up in the middle of the night, mainly because she was too young to keep up. My sister went out and I went to see my partner. My partner has left. What a poor guy! I have an appointment. I have to go first. I went up the mountain alone in the dark and walked halfway up the mountain. When I looked back, I saw a ghost fire flashing in the distance and ran desperately to the mountain to show the villagers who could catch up. As a result, I was confused and couldn't tell the difference between the east and the west. I touched the grave and was scared to death. I didn't pick up a mushroom in the morning. When I meet people from other villages, I believe in ghosts. I was afraid to go up the mountain at night and went to junior high school. I just know that the jack-o'-lantern is the light of phosphorus burning, the grave sinks, the bones are exposed and dried by the sun. This phenomenon can be seen at night.
One of the two isolated hills in the rice field was turned into sand, and a small temple was built on the top of the other hill to survive. The mountain is small, with a diameter of more than 30 meters and a height of about 60 meters. According to legend, a fairy tried to intercept the flood. Carrying two mountains, we flew to the flood-stricken area in the middle of the night, and just arrived at us. When the rooster crows, the immortal is afraid of being seen by mortals, mainly because of heaven. XianFan hide them, hurriedly down the hill, flew away. Unfortunately, there is only one left.
There is also a writing tower on the mountain. There is a writing tower on the writing hill. There is a Chinese chapter under the writing tower. One day, I was curious and climbed to the mountain to see for myself. There are piles of stones, only the base is lined with neat stones. It has a long history and is probably an ancient watchtower. Looking down the hill, you can see the city.
There are 99 large and small Longtan in the village. There was only one. Later, because a madman fell in, he became a lonely soul. When he was angry, he became 99 large and small overnight. The small one is only the size of a hammer head in the ground, and it is flooded all the year round. I have two in my own field. Once I made a paddy field and stepped on the water and sank to the bottom. It was really scary. After I came out, I took some sticks and stepped into the mud.
It's really hard to remember when I was a child now. There are legends such as Crazy Cave and Swallow Cave, as well as hot springs. Just say it when you think about it.