The first is sericulture. It was when I was five or six years old, and my grandmother was still alive. My grandmother is a generous and enjoyable person, and she will never let go of beautiful days. Silkworm rearing is also held on a large scale every year. My grandmother died when I was seven years old, and my family no longer kept silkworms. Soon my father and brothers and sisters died one after another, and my family wealth declined, so my happy childhood passed.
The second thing I can't forget is my father's Mid-Autumn Festival. The center of enjoying the moon is eating crabs. Back then, half a crab leg had to eat two big meals, which was really delicious! I haven't tasted this delicious taste since my father died. Now, I am a father myself, and I am a vegetarian. Of course, I'll never taste it again.
The third thing I can't forget is my friendship with Wang Nan in the tofu shop next door, and the center of this friendship lies in fishing.
Looking back on my childhood, there are also a few things that I will never forget. The first thing you can't forget: picking apples.
In the late 1990s, in our small village, every household had several acres of apple orchards. What I remember most when I was a child was the harvest season, which was the busiest time in the village and the busiest time at home. Apples of different varieties, sizes and glossiness have different prices. Mom and dad are busy picking fresh apples and packing them according to size.
For us children, the happiest thing in the picking season is to earn pocket money. Parents are busy picking fresh fruits, but they have no time to take care of the rotten ones that fall on the ground. I also bought these second fruits, 35 cents a catty. As far as I can remember, I would go under the tree every year to pick the second fruit and sell it for thirty or fifty yuan.
Today, the apple orchard at home has long since disappeared. Every time I go to the supermarket to buy apples with my husband, I will habitually distinguish the varieties of apples and tell my husband which ones are delicious. However, the apple orchard in childhood has become a permanent memory.
The second thing you can't forget: fishing.
When I was a child, there was often water in the river in the village in summer. There must be fish in the water. Every year, men, women and children in the village will fish collectively, as if they had agreed, and the scene is spectacular. Although my family doesn't like fish, they will join in the fun. My mother and I were afraid to go into the water, so we picked up some small fish in a hole by the river.
Later, I forgot what happened. Dad brought some eels home. Mother is timid, and watching the eels swimming around in the basin is as scared as a water snake. Mother was afraid to deal with these eels, so she poured hot water directly into the basin. As a result, every eel ran out with its head tilted, which frightened her. Later, the eels were given away, and the family never ate eels again.
Conclusion: Now that I have grown up, picking strawberries, cherries and other fruits has become a tourist feature. I have been to picking activities more than once, but I can't find the feeling of being a child anymore.
Listen to ghost stories, dare not go to the toilet, look up at the sky and count the stars. The joy of childhood. What we miss, like and rejoice is the mood of childhood. The freedom at that time, the joyful atmosphere flowing in the air at that time. Because of ignorance, it is meaningless, because it is meaningless, it is true, and because it is true, it is missed.