Young your soul forever
Can a person be young forever? At present, the skin cannot do it, but I believe the soul can! A playful soul, no matter how old, is still a young soul.
Before going to school, other girls helped the family with laundry, cooking, and darning fishing nets, but I went with the boys to herd cattle in the mountains, chase wild cats in the woods, climb trees to dig bird's nests, and climb cliffs to catch starlings. . They say they are helping the family with work, but in fact they go to the mountains and play in groups. Perhaps because I grew up like this, I can never escape my playful personality throughout my life.
After I went to elementary school, I played various popular games with my peers right after school - catching stones, jumping rubber bands, climbing up old banyan trees with branches hanging straight to the ground, and pith trees with wrong branches. Playing "not moving" in the bushes... In addition to these, I also love to wander around the village and play at the homes of various classmates. And because he was loved by everyone he went to, he would stay more and more and forget to return. Once, as soon as a classmate greeted me, I went home with them. At night, I went with their family to the fields, and used buckets to pour water from the ponds into the fields. When we were sleepy, we all slept together at the head of the field. My family has never been like this, and I felt it was so much fun that night. Lying in the field, the night breeze was fresh and cool, the moon was hazy, and the sky was full of stars. I felt like I was sleeping in a huge painting.
When I was in high school, some of my peers in the small village were working part-time, and some were getting married. Fortunately, I met Yanzi from the lower village at this time. She went to the same high school as me and was one grade above me. We were one of the few girls in the village who went to high school. Yanzi also likes to play. Whenever we have time, we play together, ride bicycles around, and go to the fields to pick tomatoes with her. Her parents liked me very much, so I often stayed at her house for food and accommodation. My father said that I was not his daughter, but the daughter of the Yanzi family.
When I am at home during the holidays and not playing with the swallows, I play with those little children. We catch stones together, play soldiers and thieves, or hide and seek... Playing is one of my favorite things , as long as I can play with it, I will play with it, and the neighbors call me "Nong Zaitou". There is mostly white sand in our village alleys, so I often take the children from the neighborhood and my two little nieces to play with the sand. I dig out the wet sand and pile it up to my feet to take pictures of "cave houses", or make pictures of them in my hands. The dough comes out one by one with "fried piles". The "cave houses" we photographed are lined up in the alley, and the "fried dumplings" of the group are piled up in the alley, becoming soulful decorations. My mother always said: "Such an adult still plays with Nongzi in the sand!" But instead of seeing anything wrong, I found it a lot of fun.
When my eldest niece was still young, I often rode her on my shoulders and took her around and played everywhere. Sometimes I also play alone, put on my backpack and go to the bay of my hometown alone, and go to the mountains and hills of my hometown alone. My hometown is a hilly area. I climbed the hills alone, crossed the sand ditches washed by the water alone, dug the fungi growing on the heads of pine trees, and wondered whether they could be eaten or not. Make medicine, or whether it is poisonous. There was no one in the deep ravine of the hill. I was a little afraid of encountering mountain monsters and ghosts, and even more afraid of encountering long snakes and poisonous insects, but I enjoyed it at the same time. The loose waves play the most pleasant music, and the forest wind and mountain springs give me the most wonderful enjoyment. These are the best gifts that nature has given me.
My brother and sister-in-law and I live in a new house, and my parents live in an old house. There is a distance of about 20 meters between the two houses. The alley is full of soft white sand. Whenever I go between two houses, I plow the sand with my feet, plowing two sand ditches along the way. I think it is very fun.
A neighbor's brother came to my mother and said: "Ali plows these two sand ditches every day, plows down and then plows up according to the original marks. There may be some knowledge hidden in them! She Maybe they are studying something profound!" My mother said, "Maybe." Many years later, when my mother told me about them, I almost died of laughter. I didn't expect that my simple play would be looked down upon by my neighbor's brother. A mysterious meaning.
When I was at school, as soon as school was over in the afternoon, I would rush to occupy the table tennis table and play wildly with my classmates. There are three classes in our grade, one is the top class, and our second and third classes are ordinary classes. Following the law of grouping, our two ordinary classes like to play together. We don't play with Class 1, and Class 1 doesn't seem to bother hanging out with us. However, because there were not enough tables and everyone wanted to play, and the tables occupied by each class arrived at almost the same time, our three classes decided to "compete and learn" together. Liyu, a classmate from Class 1, is a girl who is more tomboyish than boys. She is tall, handsome, and has great football skills. Even the boys were beaten to a pulp by her, and the result was three more rounds. She always exists on one side of the table like a king, while the challengers on the other side rotate like a revolving door. When it was my turn to be thin, looking at my handsome and calm opponent, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. But now that I think about it - isn't it just playing with a small ball? What are you afraid of! With his mind determined, he showed off his usual style of just wanting to kill happily and began to fight randomly. Unexpectedly, I was able to fight her until the seventh round, and both sides fought bravely and happily. Although I was defeated in the end, I felt very proud of myself even though I was defeated. After seeing the outcome, Liyu said: "You played very well!" I couldn't believe that the coolest girl in the class would praise me like this, so I asked, "What did you say?" When she said clearly again Said: "You played very well!" I felt a little floating, and I felt extremely useful and comfortable.
That was the first and only time I played table tennis with classmate Liyu. It was also the first and only time I experienced the exciting challenges of playing and the pleasant confidence generated through hard work.
In addition to playing table tennis, we also played badminton. Whenever we had free time, we would go to the earth kiln to simmer sweet potatoes in groups. On weekends, we would stay up all night to compete with landlords, and we would ride bicycles and lead the team to catch up. The wind goes to see the sea and wanders around the villages. In the eyes of others, high school is extremely difficult, but this is how we got through it.
When they were in college, students mostly focused on learning, even playing in a sophisticated way. There is a roommate in our dormitory who has installed an electronic keyboard, and two roommates are obsessed with playing guitar. They play together every day and compete with each other in a master-student relationship. I sometimes play the electronic keyboard and play one or two simple tunes, but I just play it casually and have little interest in this elegant instrument. I am very interested in the guitar. I think it is a wild instrument. I think it would be super cool to be able to play a happy tune on those strings at lightning speed. But after a few moves, I gave up because my fingers hurt too much. I have been extremely afraid of pain since I was a child, and the pain in my fingers has destroyed my pleasure in playing. So I decided to only carry out my love for the guitar with my mind, and play with lightning speed in my mind.
I felt that I had no interest in high-end games and I was not interested in books, so I often skipped classes and went to a nearby park to watch the falling flowers and flowing water. Pen holder. Or put on a backpack and go walking through the streets, or wander around in the countryside. I also became extremely interested in football. I went to watch football after class, and stood at the dining table with the boys in the cafeteria to watch the World Cup.
I think people are born to play. I grew up playing, and I also want to work while playing, but this desire is not allowed in my current working environment. Although it has been proven that the results of my playful work are no worse than those of teachers who work seriously, or even better, there is a lot of interference from the outside world. If I take students to watch a movie, the class teacher will feel unhappy that I am wasting my time. I took the students to play poetry recitation, and the class teacher also watched eagerly. During the singing competition, I asked the students to sway or twist according to the rhythm, but they were criticized for not being serious and they had to stand upright and sing. Work that I can't play sometimes makes me feel a little tedious and boring, but I can only work hard to make a living. I heard that in some places teachers are allowed to work while playing, and it turns out that such work is more effective. I envy such teachers, but it is a pity that they do not have the ability to go to such a place.
After boring work, life becomes boring. He is busy, exhausted, and after more than ten years of raising children, he finally has plenty of free time again, but his peers are still working hard and struggling in various ways. Who has time to play with you all the time? When we had time to play together, I gradually started to have differences with others. I was not good at singing when others sang, and the loudspeakers in the karaoke hall made my heart hurt. People talk about having fun and having fun, or making achievements, but I find it boring after listening to them too much. I am not interested in them playing mahjong together. Traveling is subject to time constraints and even financial constraints, so it cannot be done every now and then. Living in a reinforced concrete position, there are no roads to plow the mud and sand, and the trees in the city are too tall and big for me to climb.
However, time flies by like a flash, and it seems to have just flashed in my life. I have not only changed from a fun-loving child-teenager-youth to a social worker, but also soon You will retire and then grow old. Time is running out, I can't continue to be a captive of boredom, I must redeem myself and find my own way to play.
After thinking about it, the only thing I can play and use conveniently is words. I hate writing very much. Fortunately, now that I have a computer and a mobile phone, I can avoid the pain of handwriting, so I decided to play with this first. It’s not just for fun, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a whimsical idea, a wonderful idea, or whether the literary talent is acceptable. I just want to record some of the people I have met and some of the things I have encountered in my own words, or jot down some of my thoughts and emotions that suddenly pop up. It is not just for fun, but we must keep a distance from the temptation of fame and fortune, and do not write against our will for them; we must maintain independent thinking, and do not follow what others say, but write my own opinions, my heart, and my thoughts with my own hand; You must have the courage and romantic feelings to write what others have never written.
The text is only what I can play at the moment, but there are still many things I want to play, such as retiring and returning to the countryside to find a piece of land to build a hut, surround a small yard with trees and flowers, sow beans and vegetables. Climb a tree and hang the nests you made for the birds, raise a few white geese and let them "quack" around you, and spread thick white sand in the yard so that you can go barefoot. Plows come and plows. I also want to design my own clothes, sew and wear them myself, and also want to shave and cut the hair of the elderly and children around me. These are things I like to play. I also want to pile up a room full of idle books, attract children to read them, and amuse them with my random stories.
Everyone’s skin will grow old irresistibly, but I want to keep my soul young. A playful soul must be a young soul. When I get older, if younger generations come to see me, I don’t want them to come just because they have a filial heart to show mercy to my withered skin that is still alive in the world, or to receive a few rusty teachings. I want to come and meet my still young soul and play with me.