His eyes dropped. Below was a pond, a field of lotus leaves. The lotus leaves seemed to be nestled into green palms, holding a crystal dewdrop.
The breeze came slowly, and it trembled, but it did not slip into the pond. That was because the lotus leaf's palm did not overturn. Suddenly the palm of the lotus leaf overturned, and a crystal dewdrop fell like a tear. The pond splashed with water, which merged into thin ripples, like traces of thinking. The child didn't pay attention at all, only noticing a strange frog. Its skin was covered with blue and white patterns and glowed with green luster. Its eyes were like two thin round beads inlaid on its flat forehead, as if it were arrogant about everything. , squinting at the high sky. The frog climbed out of nowhere and climbed onto the palm of a lotus leaf. The palm was swinging unbalancedly due to the overwhelming load. It jumped quickly, and a bitter bamboo tree beside the pond shook gently, and the frog Just on top of it, the child tightened the slingshot string again, playfully picked up the pebbles, and quickly aimed at the frog on the bitter bamboo, but the pebble did not hit the frog, but hit the whorled petiole of the stem and was weak. As the bamboo fell, the bamboo trembled slightly. Frog felt it and immediately turned around and climbed into the grass along the lower end of the bamboo. When the child found another pebble from the ground and picked it up, the frog had fled without a trace.
He was looking for a new goal, and feelings of longing and loneliness were quietly growing. Suddenly, two fat frogs jumped out from the grass beside the pond. His interest was aroused again, but he stood still for fear of disturbing them. One of them squatted on a piece of granite, about five meters away in front of him. Six meters; the other was on his side, only three meters away.
He fully loaded the string of his slingshot gun, pointed it at the frog in front of him, and suddenly released it, and the stone that was caught bounced out. In an instant, the frog bounced up like a bunch of water splashes, and avoided it easily. Perhaps it didn't know that it was in danger of being plotted, so it jumped into the pond, causing a circle of water splashes.
The child had to give up and turned his attention to a frog on the side. Finding that it was staring at a mosquito flying around the grass, he no longer bent over to pick up stones and hit it with his slingshot gun, but moved towards the frog while leaning down. The frog jumped up, opened its mouth and swallowed the mosquito, and then fell to the ground again, its white lower jaw still moving.
At this time, the child picked up his right foot and kicked the frog quickly. He slipped and almost fell over. Of course, the frog was stepped on half to death, causing the hind legs to be fractured and unable to jump again. However, the hind legs were still squirming. On the verge of death, one more kick will cause it to die completely. But the child did not touch it, his heart filled with the thrill of victory.
He leaned over and picked up a stone from the ground, and put it on the string of the slingshot. He took a few steps back and aimed at the frog that could no longer escape. As soon as he stretched the string, the stone bounced out and landed in front of the frog without hitting it. , he was a little frustrated, but did not admit defeat. He picked up the stone again, stepped back a few steps, drew his bow and hit it, but still missed, and the stone fell on the side of the frog.
At this moment, he was angry with the frog. He flew up and kicked it about ten feet away. He wanted to give up, but saw a weeping willow tree in front of him. He wanted to hang it on the willow tree and shoot it with a slingshot gun, so as to practice. However, the main trunk of the willow tree was straight and branchless. He picked up the half-dead frog and didn't know where to put it. He glanced left and right, but it didn't fit.
He suddenly found a branch at the top of the willow tree, so he put his slingshot gun on the ground, climbed up the tree, and finally placed the frog on the branch, but the frog was not dead after all. It shook a little and fell from the branch. When he came down, he put down the slingshot gun again in annoyance, picked up the frog, and threw it heavily to the ground, and said to himself, "Look, you are still moving?" This time the frog was completely killed. He picked it up again, climbed up the trunk of the tree, and placed it on the branch. But he picked up the slingshot gun, found a stone and put it on the string, and suddenly felt unable to hit it.
Standing closer, he couldn't see the target on the tree branch. Standing further away, the target was blocked by the dense whirling willow silk.
So he wanted to find a rope, tie the frog to the tree, and then practice his slingshot shooting skills, but where could he find the rope on the grass? He ran from the weeping willow tree to the pond, and after much fussing, he still refused. He surrendered and buried his head in search.
Suddenly someone called Hua Zi, and Hua Zi was his name. He raised his head and saw Liang Wu, a middle-aged man from the east of the village, walking towards him carrying a heavy bag. He heard the sound of "croak" and knew that It contains frogs. Huazi asked him what he was doing, and Liang Wu said it was nothing. What are you looking for with your head buried? Hua Zi said to find a rope and explained the reason. Liang Wu came over and bent down to pick up the dead frog and said, "Give it to me. Why do you need a frog as a target when practicing with a slingshot?"
I want it as a goal. Hua Zi asked for the frog from Liang Wu as he spoke. He looked at the weeping willow and then at Liang Wu, feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't let go. Liang Wu twisted the bag with the croaking frog into a knot, approached Hua Zi, patted him on the shoulder, and said he could provide him with a better target. Hua Zi asked where it was, and Liang Wu said, "Bring over the half-pound frog in your hand and I'll tell you." Hua Zi threw the dead frog in his hand to him. He caught it with his left hand, grabbed the frog's crotch with his right hand and tore it apart until the skin and flesh were torn apart.
He squatted down and cut off the frog's skin completely and threw it on the grass. The skinned frog was so meaty, especially the two fat and tender legs spread upward like a child's crotch, which made Hua Zi looked a little horrified. The frog had been disemboweled. Liang Wu dug out its internal organs, pointed to the mushy part, and said: This is a batch of frogs that have just hatched. If you put it in the water, if it survives, it will become a group of tadpoles, tadpoles. When you grow up, you can turn into a frog.
Hua Zi was not interested in what he said. He stared at him and asked, "I gave you a dead frog. Didn't you say you would give me a better living goal?" Liang Wu frowned and said: What are you in a hurry for? I will tell you naturally.
Then you say it! Hua Zi took the slingshot gun in his hand and urged him impatiently. Liang Wu, who was squatting on the ground, put aside his work and stood up. He wanted to pass Hua Zi's slingshot gun. He picked up a stone on the ground and put it on the bow string. He stepped back a few steps and pointed at the willow tree. He fully pulled the string and flicked out the stone. The stone hit a willow leaf and fell down. The process was very simple. Liang Wu returned the slingshot gun to Hua Zi and said: Do you understand?
What do you understand? Huazi was confused and passively took the slingshot gun. He looked at Liang Wu strangely. Liang Wu put the frog meat in a snakeskin bag, tied the mouth of the bag with a rope, twisted the bag and left. , Huazi grabbed him and said I don’t understand anything, can you explain it more clearly.
Liang Wu said: Just do what I did, pick up the slingshot gun, aim it at a certain leaf of the willow tree and hit it repeatedly with the slingshot gun, and you will develop good marksmanship. Why do you need to catch some frogs and tie them to it to hit? Wouldn't that be too troublesome?
Hua Zi did as he said, picked up the stones, put them on the slingshot gun, and hit the willow tree several times in a row. He felt that it was tasteless, as if he had been cheated, and he had a feeling for Liang Wu. Feeling resentful, he held the slingshot gun and chased Liang Wu, who had already walked away with the snakeskin bag. Suddenly, he staggered and fell on the slippery road. It was a sunny day and it should not have been slippery. However, due to heavy rains in the past few days, the white water fields overflowed with water, soaking the fields.
I saw Hua Zi getting up, his hands were dirty, the slingshot gun was also covered with mud, his face was red, he was angry, angry with Liang Wu, thinking that it was all caused by Liang Wu.
Hua Zi washed himself in the paddy field and continued to chase Liang Wu to settle the score with him.
