Sitting on the swing, I squinted my eyes to look at the sunshine that was slowly getting brighter above my head. A soft wind passed through the air, gently, with a little warmth of early spring.
In the early spring afternoon, there is bright sunshine and it looks very warm.
There are fine dust flying in the light beam in front of my eyes, rising and falling with the wind but not staying.
There is a slight yellow color in front of my eyes, and the weeping willow that is close but invisible in the distance is swaying gently in the breeze. Perhaps because of this rare afternoon sunshine, it dances easily and seems to have a slight layer of gentle joy. .
On the side of the weeping willow, there is a processed artificial lake. The lake water is blue and green, and the ripples of sunlight flow not far away. Occasionally, one or two ducks flap their wings and swim by.
It is said that "the duck is a prophet when the water in the spring river warms up". It seems that it is true knowledge that comes from practice.
He Shiling couldn't help but laugh when she saw it. She was suddenly curious, was this "duck" free-range or captive-bred?
Under your feet is a smooth and crystal cobblestone path with round or oval, white, gray or black colors. It twists and turns among the seven or eight uneven stone steps and grass near the lake, and extends to a large lawn in the distance. The lawn is very large. At first glance, it is very wide, almost as big as the playground of Yunling Middle School.
Among the lawns, there are tall trees growing in groups of two or three, or in groups of three or five, at regular intervals but seemingly irregularly. There is a slope of about four or five meters piled up in a circle under the trees. , there are a few brown stones of different shapes half buried in the soil scattered here and there, for people to rest and sit.
Some people also hung up a hammock between two trees and lay there leisurely reading or taking a nap. There were also people gathering in groups under the trees, spreading cloth, picnicking or playing. There are more people, no, it should be children running and playing on the lawn. There are also some children pulling adults and flying early spring kites in the slight wind. The kites are high and low, and they are running. People, there is a lot of excitement and joy on the lawn.
In the lively crowd, she saw a five-year-old Tongtong running hard, pulling on the string of the kite, trying to make it fly higher and higher. Running beside him was a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses. , a gentle and elegant man, wearing a blue and black plaid shirt and a blue-green vest and sweater vest.
On the other side, there is a woman with waist-long hair, which is tied smoothly at the back. When running lightly, her long hair spreads like a beautiful flag behind her. She wears an off-white long knee-length turtleneck sweater and a wide golden belt around her waist. She holds the axis of the kite in one hand and the other hand in the Keep letting the line go slowly.
That was her cousin Song Yi's family of three who were coming to "listen to the teachings." If her father knew that her "training class" was like this, would he lament this misstep? Could he have squinted his eyes slightly from the edges of his glasses, staring at her, no, staring at him, the cousin who had high hopes but arranged to be "taught and trained" in this way? !
After getting off the bus yesterday, my brother took me home for lunch. Then, at Tongtong’s call, I went back to Jingyun City with my aunt and the others to watch the Lantern Festival. After taking the last bus back to my aunt’s house, I was all It's already ten o'clock in the evening.
From afternoon to night, everything was peaceful. Her cousin didn't talk to her about school or her grades.
At seven o'clock in the morning, I woke up naturally and found that my brother and the others hadn't come yet. I finished breakfast slowly and leisurely, chatted with my aunt in a boring way, and helped my aunt wash the dishes, then I saw my cousin's family of three. When I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, I found that it was already half past ten.
One morning, everything was calm. The aunt kept bringing her all kinds of food, just like her mother, she was afraid of starving. Her brother and sister-in-law began to discuss yesterday's lantern festival with her, and talked about some of the history and stories caused by the lantern festival. She was surprised to find that her brother, who taught Chinese, actually knew a lot about anecdotes. In the past, she had only known her as a brother who had quite elegant literary qualities. All the entries of the students he directed came home with awards. It was really impressive. .
"Auntie, let's go fly a kite."
At 12:30 p.m., Tongtong, a little man carved in pink and jade, ran over, took He Shiling's hand and said, looking forward to it.
My brother said with a smile on his face: "The reservoir next to it has been renovated. The scenery is not bad. The weather is not bad today. You should have seen it when you came yesterday, right? Go and have a look. You haven't been here for more than a year." Here you go."
"Go on, move more so that you can eat more and gain weight. You are too thin." The aunt also helped from the side.
"Let's go." My sister-in-law came over and took He Shiling with one hand and Tongtong with the other.
"Let's go fly the kite." When he walked out of the courtyard gate, Tongtong turned around and shouted to his father, "Dad, don't forget to take the kite -"
After running a few laps with Tongtong, the kite tried hard to reach the blue sky in the breeze, but failed.
When he stopped to rest, he saw a swing by the river, so he decisively gave up the idea of trying to run again. He handed the kite string to his brother and sister-in-law who were chatting and laughing beside him, and walked across the lawn towards the swing not far away. .
This situation was more suitable for her, swaying leisurely and admiring the "new" scenery.
Looking at Tongtong who was still running hard not far away, I couldn't help but smile, still full of interest.
The breeze is trustworthy, and the white clouds will eventually fly together. However, the wind was still weak and he could not fly high.
Shaking gently, he squinted his eyes slightly and looked up at the warm sun in the breeze.
Suddenly a voice rang, "Sister, can you let me play on the swing for a while?"
When she opened her eyes, she found a little person with a pink face and two braids standing in front of her. He looked about eight or nine years old and was looking at her with his head tilted. He looked really cute.
"Okay." He Shiling walked to the side with a smile and watched the little girl sit on the swing, "Do you need me to push it for you?"
"Okay, thank you sister." The little girl smiled sweetly.
He Shiling walked over with a smile, pushed gently, looked at the little cutie in front of her, and then looked at the Tongtong in the distance, and remembered a poem she had seen many years ago: Paper duck son, swing girl, chaotic comparison with new arrivals There are many spring swallows.
"Let's play on the swing together, okay? Big sister."
Three or four little girls suddenly came out of nowhere, all of the same age, about seven or eight or nine years old. One of them, a slightly taller girl, looked at He Shiling and said. The little girl next to her nodded expectantly.
"Of course." He Shiling smiled, then looked at the little girl on the swing, "You guys play together, okay, twenty times each?"
"Okay." said the little girl sitting on the swing.
"Then you line up and play, twenty hits each." He Shiling said to the tall girl.
"Okay, sister," the tall little girl pointed at three or four girls, "You are second, you are third, you are fourth, and I am last." Several little girls nodded in agreement, Okay okay.
"Thank you, sister," the tall girl came over and said to He Shiling, "I'll push. Sister can rest for a while."
Another little girl also ran over and said to the tall girl, "Junjun, let's help you push together."
"Okay, if you're tired, go and take a rest." "Okay."
This little girl is nice. He Shiling smiled and walked to the steps next to the weeping willow ten meters away and sat down. She looked back and saw that they lined up happily to play on the swing.
