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We played mud prose together in those years.
We played mud prose together in those years.

In those years, we played with beautiful mud. In life, when it comes to playing with mud, I believe everyone played it when they were young! Playing with mud is a very interesting thing, which will make people very happy. Let me share with you the beautiful words that we played with mud in those years!

When we played clay beauty 1 together in those years, I was still looking forward to the early arrival of spring, although I didn't appreciate the attractive spring scenery such as "seeing grass buds in February", "Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden" and "Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan".

Why? Because after the opening of the "79 River", we can play with mud unscrupulously, and use yellow mud and black mud to create all kinds of people, animals, houses, trains and cars.

In the countryside, after several careful spring rains, the frozen hard soil softened, and the game of playing mud appeared black and pink.

Before I could run around and go to school, I spent almost the whole day with mud every early spring. Sometimes I fish for sand and mud alone in the stream in front of the door, sometimes I invite a few friends to shovel black mud in the paddy field in front of the village, and sometimes I shovel sticky yellow mud behind the house.

Although playing with mud at that time was not as lively and romantic as wrestling, dancing and surfing by foreigners on TV, mud was indeed a platform for us to communicate directly with the original ecology.

Then what are you doing playing with mud? Is to pinch things with mud. In the fashionable words at the moment, it is to be a "maker".

I remember the first time I played with mud, I used the yellow mud left by my neighbor. This kind of mud is the ideal game prop. I shoveled a small pile of yellow mud and transported it to the stone bench in front of the door to build a "car" and a "big plane".

I first rub the yellow mud into long strips, and then "dig" the front, wheels, windows and headlights with my fingers. Pinch an airplane, first roll the yellow mud into a tube, and then "install" the wings, propellers, tails and doors bit by bit.

After a small pile of mud is kneaded into airplanes, cars, little people and war horses, it is put on a stone bench to dry.

It's even more fun to play mud with friends. Let's knead something with the mud of the same paddy field, and then compare it to see who can knead it well and quickly.

In order to grab the speed, friends are throwing caution to the wind. When the nose runs down, they rub it on their clothes with mud hands. They often play with mud at once. Although mud pigs, mud cows, mud sheep and mud trains are squeezed into a row, we all become big faces.

Thirty years ago, parents in rural areas were reluctant to spend money on toys for their children, so children in rural areas generally tried their best to find toys that suited them.

Compared with the zero-cost game hopscotch played in winter, playing mud in spring is an intellectual game, which is both hands-on and brains, close to nature and physical exercise.

But our parents forbid us to play with mud, mainly because it is unsanitary. When I grew up, I read several foreign popular science magazines, only to know that "dirty" in mud is not "dirty" in the general sense. Too much exposure to mud is not only not easy to get sick, but also can improve the immunity of the contacts.

Through experiments, scientists also found that mud contains nutrients needed by human body, which can help people keep fit and beautify. This is enough to prove that playing with mud is good for health.

Children today are not so lucky. Touching or playing with mud is almost a luxury. When clothes and palms are a little dirty, parents will immediately wash them clean and even disinfect them specially. As everyone knows, playing with mud is also grounded!

In those years, we played with mud. I still remember the lyrics of a high-end atmospheric song many years ago: "A handful of loess, shaped into thousands of you and me in Qian Qian."

At that time, it was a million people playing with mud in Qian Qian, and in the vast countryside, they formed a happy childhood. Playing with mud, making mud toys, taking it from the soil and returning it to the soil are both environmentally friendly and pollution-free.

I had many mud toys at that time. Clay gun, in the game, I took it to the front and caught several "prisoners"; Clay carriage, exaggerated. Axles with wheels and sorghum stalks as the skeleton;

Clay figurines, chubby clay dolls, are a mixture of impressionism and childishness ... Of course, they are all from my chubby hands, not masterpieces, but at best "poor works". But those are my first novels.

I am best at making large quantities of "weapons", that is, rubbing mud pills. Later, I learned from the textbook that the magnificent poem "Wumeng Walks the Mud Pill" once triggered my infinite association.

The mud ball has dried up, which is the safety bullet of the slingshot. If you accidentally hit someone, you will be "excited" at most. The advantages of the clay ball are uniform flight and accurate ejection. If it is used to shoot birds, its hit rate can be improved several times in theory.

I usually use it to shoot fixed targets, such as cicadas chirping on branches and scar eyes on poplar trunks, with high hit rate, high success rate and strong sense of accomplishment.

The mud I play most is falling.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, a man and brother Xiang Qun threw out a piece of mud cooked like a cake, grabbed a piece of mud by hand, squeezed it left and right, kneaded it into a bowl, spat at the bottom of the bowl, wiped it evenly, and lifted the mud bowl over his head.

I fell to the ground with a bang from bottom to top to mouth. Before I fell down, I invited the other side to see the scene. The bottom of the mud bowl bloomed everywhere, splashing mud all over my face.

Let's see who makes a loud noise and whose empty pocket has a bigger hole. The loser contributes mud to the other side to fill the hole. Sometimes, after a long blow, I will throw a squib. Although I didn't fall on the mud, my face was really dull.

In my hometown Changli County, I got a sunburn in Gato. In those days, there were clay changers from village to village. The peddler pushed the cart all the way, and we followed happily. When he stopped the trolley, we gathered around and looked at it curiously.

There are all kinds of lovely colorful "clay figurines" in the basket, which are lifelike, some can't be pulled down, some are pigs, some are red rooster, and some are green frogs. When they blow gently at the small hole, they can make a clear whistle, and there are mud tigers that make noise when they are pulled like accordions ... dazzling.

We ran home to ask our parents, rummaged through the boxes to find out glass bottles, old soles, waste plastics and so on. In exchange for our favorite mud toys. We fondly play with mud toys with exaggerated shapes, bright colors and smooth lines.

Bump your cheeks, blow the whistle of frogs and cocks, pull the tumbler up and down, and pull the mud tiger left and right to make them make a "goo goo" sound while moving. These singing colored mud toys have brought endless joy to our childhood.

There is a saying in my hometown: Born and raised. Throughout the emergence and development of human society, it comes down in one continuous line with soil. In the ancient myth of China, there is a legend that Nu Wa made people out of clay. According to archaeological findings, as early as the Neolithic Age, China people made pottery by firing clay.

Porcelain originated from pottery is a great invention of China. Porcelain is made of kaolin, feldspar and quartz through mixing, molding and firing. CHINA China means porcelain.

Everything native to China is the simplest source of culture. The fun carried in the soil is the simplest source of happiness for human beings. Robinson burned clay into pottery on a desert island, ground wheat into flour, baked bread and cooked delicious mutton soup.

Playing with mud and mud toys, those happy times run through the childhood of rural children, nourishing their pure and full happiness with their simple and natural texture and giving them a feeling of youth.

With the development of the times and the improvement of people's living standards, all kinds of plastic toys and electronic toys are frequently renovated iteratively, and those mud toys are also branded with the times.

Over the years, it disintegrated, weathered and gradually fixed in memory. However, the fragrance of the earth they give off becomes more mellow in the accumulation of precipitation.