Early Sunday morning, the small alarm clock next to the pillow woke me up. Before I could rub my eyes, I got up and got busy putting on my clothes, carrying the washbasin and tooth bin for washing, and came to the water table in the front yard.

"Sister Hong-Sister Hong-" I raised my face and shouted at the upstairs through the complex branches of the ginkgo tree. This was our agreement last evening.

The door upstairs creaked with a crisp sound, and the pretty figure of the red figure came out. She lay on the railing and was about to say life, but suddenly pointed to the old ginkgo in front of her and shouted in surprise: "Brother Wu Ping, look, the old ginkgo has sprouted."

The morning sun was fresh and bright. After Yin Hong reminded me, I realized that the tree forks with thick old ginkgo trees on my head were indeed covered with clusters of tender yellow leaf buds.

"Spring is here." I exclaimed happily.

"Spring is really here." Yin Hong patted her hands gently, her gentle voice fascinating.

Yin Hong and I packed up and went out together. I rode the big "permanent" of Senior Brother Xiao Cai, and brought Yin Hong to the ancient bell tower and met the master who was already waiting here. The master was wearing a brown jacket and a high-pressure gun behind him. He put a 18-inch "Phoenix" car in front of him, and hung a bulging military backpack, which looked even more handsome and elegant.

"This is a weapon prepared for you." The master took out a delicate slingshot from the Soviet infantry backpack and handed it to me with a smile, "Don't let me laugh at you after a while."

"That's great." I couldn't help but be overjoyed. I took the slingshot and looked carefully. The No. 8 iron wire was made, the car inner tube was made of rubber band, and the soft cowhide was made of pellet bag. It looked both exquisite and beautiful, and very handy.

"Let's go quickly." The master greeted Yin Hong gently.

"Let's go." Yin Hong's eyes were filled with anger, and she jumped into the back seat of the master's "Phoenix".

"Let's go--" The master cheered and rushed out first.

"Wait--" I rushed for a few tight kicks and hurriedly chased after me.

We took a ferry to cross the canal, arrived at the embankment on the south bank, and rode towards Wolong Lake in the east. The sun was warm and the spring breeze blew. Under the big weir, the wheat seedlings were rising up and the green waves rose up. On the big weir, the master and I chased each other, and were so shocked that Yin Hong shouted all the way, holding his hands tightly around the master's waist.

"The grass grows and the beards fly in February, and the willows blow on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. Children come back from school early, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind." The master was riding a bicycle while reciting the ancient poem.

"It sounds so nice, who can write it?" Yin Hong stretched out her slender hand and broke a willow branch that was brushing her face.

"This is the "Village" by Gao Ding, a poet of the Qing Dynasty. It describes the vivid scene of a group of children flying kites in the beautiful spring scenery." The master turned his face and replied happily.

"Master, you are so educated, please recite one more song for us." I exclaimed sincerely.

"Okay, this is also what my mother taught when she was a child." The master's handsome eyebrows were proud, "Listen, Tang, Li He, "Nanyuan", spring water is born with milk and swallows flying, and wasp's tail is flying back. The window contains the distant colors and the book covers, and the fish are surrounded by fragrant hooks and close to the stone rocks."

"Master, what do the last two lines of this poem mean?" I asked in confusion.

"In the spring of Nanyuan, spring water is born, milk swallows are flying, bees pick flowers and make honey. The spring scenery goes straight into the study through the window, fish are raising hooks for food, and they are close to the stones on the shore, making people happy."

The master's explanation was interesting, and I said with great envy: "Your mother is so amazing. She doesn't look like my mother, and she doesn't know a single word."

"Brother Wu Ping, we have no choice, but we can work hard on culture. If you love reading so much, you will definitely have a future." Yin Hong smiled and encouraged me.

"Yin Hong is right. As long as you love reading, you will definitely have a bright future." The master echoed loudly.

Wolong Lake is 30 kilometers away from the county town, and we arrived all the way. The spring water is rippling, the new reeds are boundless, the rustling of flowing water and the rustling of reeds are like a pair of lovers who are grinding and murmuring in their ears. The lonely world is full of vitality and fun. We found a dry place and locked the two bicycles together. The master took off the gun on his back, took out the slingshot in his pocket, looked at each other and smiled at each other, like the underground guerrillas in the movie, and held each other's palms tightly.

"How about our competition?" The master challenged.

"Okay! Just compare." I am full of confidence.

"I use a gun, you use a slingshot. For fairness, I will shoot two, you will shoot one." The master held the used gun in his hand and proposed the rules of the game.

"No, each one counts one." I shook my head stubbornly.

"Good!" The master shook off the hair on his forehead in a daze.

We got into the dense reeds and carefully searched for our prey. The bright red followed us, nervously and unconsciously not daring to come out. The wet beach field under our feet was full of early spring flowers, purple cucumbers, blue alfalfa, yellow white grass, colorful and fragrant.

"Squeak--", a "Zhu Tian Stick" flew up like a sharp arrow. The master raised his gun, aimed, and fired it. With a muffled sound, the "Zhu Tian Stick" shook his wings in the air a few times and plunged into the reeds in front.

"I hit it! I hit it!" Yin Hong twisted her waist and cheered loudly.

The loud red cries alarmed the surroundings. In an instant, dozens of "Zhitian sticks" rushed into the sky from the grass in all directions. Amid their "Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Squeak-Sque

"Oh - Wu Ping also hit it, it's great!" Yin Hong jumped like a happy little girl, shouting happily, and the laughter of the Yinling Clan echoed in the river beach.

Before noon, we were already back with a full load. The master opened the Soviet backpack and took out the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and an exquisite steel pot. The master called me to take a military dagger and came to the riverside and began to pick up the spoils we harvested. He quickly opened his stomach and cleaned it. I put it on one by one with reeds and threw it into the steel pot. Yin Hong looked at it, covering his eyes with his hands in fear.

"I have never seen killing chickens and ducks at home, and I am still so scared." The master handed over a large American kettle.

Yin Hong opened her eyes slightly, her jade face was red, her eyes were exposed, and she glanced at the master embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I never dared to look at me at home, let alone do it."

"You didn't need to do these things like you." I looked at Yin Hong's timid look and felt very interesting, so I quickly said carelessly.

"I'm still a little girl? Brother Wu Ping, are you mistaken? I'm your sister, you are the child?" Yin Hong's eyes were like water, and she said with a stern voice.

The handsome and well-behaved look made people laugh, which made the master laugh.

Amid the crackling sound of reeds, the cottonseed oil in the steel pot boiled up a lot. The master put the bird meat I had worn in. After a while, the tempting aroma spread among the reeds. Yin Hong took out the cold cucumber, tomato and a few big apples he brought. The master asked him to take out four cans from his backpack, stabbed them with a serrated dagger, and placed them on the spreading tablecloth.

The bird meat was finally fried. I swallowed the secreted saliva and quickly grabbed a bunch of them. While whispering, I didn't care about burning my mouth, and started to bite them in big mouths.

"Master, this is really fragrant. In the past, I used to pluck my hair and roast it on fire. There was no such thing as salt and smell." The corner of my mouth was oily and I couldn't help but praise.

Seeing my greedy eating look, the master knew that my stomach was short of oil and water, so he quickly picked up another fat wild pigeon and handed it to my other hand.

"Come on, have a drink for spring." The master gambled, opened a bottle of canal with his teeth, and poured it into the tea jar in front of us.

"I can't drink." The long red eyelashes flashed for a moment, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her fair face.

"You drink less, I really can't finish it. Wu Ping and I will bring it to you." The master looked like a starry-eyed star and looked straight at his red and clear eyes.

"Where... OK, I have to express it, thank you." Yin Hong straightened her body and nodded shyly.

The sun shines warmly on the body, the birds singing nearby, the sound of boats in the distance, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, the charming reed shadows, the early spring filled with life is intoxicating. When the wine is full of warmth, the master put down his wine glass and opened his clothes. A passionate song echoes in the lonely world.

"A cute rose, Saidi Maria, that day I was hunting and riding a horse on the mountain. I heard you singing as melodiously as clouds at the foot of the mountain. Your singing fascinated me..."

This is the first time I have heard such a beautiful melody. I was surprised to find that in addition to the passionate revolutionary music, there is also such a beauty of entering the country. It is like rolling mountains, gurgling spring water, and more like a baby who has just woken up, radiating such a wonderful color of life, and embellishing my youthful ignorant heart with a brand new green.

"Master, this song is so good. Can you teach me?" I begged with envy.

"This is a Kazakh folk song, I'll give it to you in the future." The master took out a harmonica, put it on his mouth and tried the sound, raised his face and said to Yin Hong, "I'll accompany you. You can dance a dance, and I'll dance on the "Golden Mountain in Beijing" during the factory art performance."

Yin Hong did not refuse, and stood up slowly on the soft grass. Because she drank wine, her cheeks were red, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she showed more charming. The melody was heard enthusiastically, and the ivory arms were soft and soft, with the sweet breeze, and it flew like a beautiful butterfly. "Low back the lotus and break the waves, the chaotic snow lingered in the wind; when she fell on the ears, she was merging her skirt and wanted to go through the sky; but she couldn't catch it, so she flew to chase the shocking geese." Many years later, when I read the poems of the Tang people, this early spring afternoon immediately appeared in front of me.

This is the most beautiful dance I have ever seen in my life. In this reed-filled lake beach, she made a growing rural boy feel the green all over his eyes, and from then on, he has a vigorous rhythm of life.
Chapter completed!