Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 45 Swing and Kite

Sitting on the swing, squinting, looking at the sun slowly brightening above my head, there was a slight soft wind passing through the air, gently, with a little warmth of early spring.

Early spring afternoon, with bright sunshine, looks very warm.

There is fine dust flying in the beam in front of the eyes, rising and falling with the wind without being able to stay.

The weeping willow, which is slightly yellow in front of you, is seen from a distance, but it is not there, swaying gently in the breeze, perhaps because of this rare afternoon sun, it also dances easily, and it seems to have a slight layer of gentle joy. .

On one side of the weeping willow is a processed artificial lake. The lake water is blue and green, and the ripples of the sun flow not far away. Occasionally, one or two ducks swim by flapping their wings.

They all say "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", it seems, it really is the practice of true knowledge.

He Shiling couldn't help laughing when she saw it. She was suddenly curious, was this "duck" free-range or captive?
Underfoot is a smooth and crystal cobblestone path with round or oval, white or gray or black.It twists and turns between the seven or eight uneven slate steps and the grass by the lakeside, extending to a large lawn in the distance.The lawn is very large, and at first glance, it is very wide, almost catching up with the large playground of Yunling Middle School.

Between the lawns, there is a regular but irregular pattern, and there are two or three piles of tall trees growing in groups of three or five at a distance. Under the trees, a sloping platform of about four or five meters is piled up. , scattered scattered with a few half-buried in the earth, brown stones of various shapes, for people to rest and sit.

There are also people who hang a hammock between the two trees and lie in it to read a book or take a nap.There are also people who gather in groups of three or five to spread the cloth under the tree, have a picnic or play.More people, no, it should be children running and playing on the lawn, and some children pulling adults, flying early spring kites in a little wind, with high and low kite strings, running. People, the lawn is full of excitement and joy.

In those lively crowds, she saw the five-year-old Tongtong running hard, pulling the kite string, trying to make it fly higher and higher, accompanied by a thin gold-framed glasses. , A gentle man, wearing a blue and black plaid shirt with a blue-green vest and sweater.

On the other side, is a woman with long hair that reaches her waist, her hair tied smoothly behind her back.When running lightly, her long hair is raised behind her into a beautiful flag, she wears an off-white long knee-length turtleneck sweater and a wide golden belt around her waist, holding the axis of the kite in one hand and the other Continue to put the line slowly.

It was her cousin Song Yi's family of three who was going to "listen to teachings".If Dad knew that her "training class" was like this, would he sigh about this misstep?Would he have narrowed his eyes from the edge of his glasses and stared at her, no, he was staring at him, the cousin who had high hopes but arranged "instruction and training" like this? !

After getting off the bus yesterday, my brother took me to the house for lunch. Then, in the call of Tongtong, I went back to Jingyun City with my aunt and the others, went to watch the Lantern Festival, and took the last bus back to my aunt's house. It is already ten o'clock in the evening.

From the afternoon to the night, everything was fine.My cousin didn't talk to her about school or grades.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, I woke up naturally, and found that my brother and the others hadn't come yet. I slowly finished breakfast, chatted with my aunt in a boring way, and helped my aunt wash the dishes. Only then did I see my cousin's family of three. When I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, I found that it was already 30:[-].

One morning, the wind was calm.Auntie kept bringing her all kinds of food. Like her mother, she was afraid of being hungry. My brother and sister-in-law started to discuss with her about the lantern festival yesterday, and talked about some history and stories caused by the lantern festival.She was surprised to find that her brother who taught Chinese actually knew a lot about various anecdotes. Before, she was the only one who knew of her brother, who was quite elegant in literature. All of the students he instructed won prizes for their competition works. .

"Auntie, let's go fly a kite."

At 12:30 noon, Tongtong, a small figure carved in pink and jade, ran over, took He Shiling's hand and said, looking forward to it.

The elder brother said with a smile: "The reservoir next to it has been remodeled, and the scenery is not bad. The weather is fine today. You should have seen it when you came yesterday, right? Go and see, you haven't been here for more than a year. Hey."

"Go, do more activities so that you can eat more and gain weight, you are too thin." Auntie also helped from the side.

"Let's go." The sister-in-law came over, holding He Shiling with one hand and Tong Tong with the other.

"Let's go, let's fly the kite." When he walked out of the gate of the yard, 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 in the breeze, trying to reach the blue sky, but failed.

When I stopped to rest, I saw a swing by the river, so I decided to give up the idea of ​​running hard again, handed the kite string to my brother and sister-in-law who were chatting and laughing, and walked across the lawn towards the swing not far away. .

It was still the same situation, which was more suitable for her, rocking leisurely, admiring the "new" scenery.

Looking at Tongtong who was still running hard not far away, he couldn't help but smile, still full of interest.

The breeze is like a trust, and the white clouds fly in the end.However, the wind is still weak, and it has not been able to fly high.

Shaking gently, squinting slightly, looking up at the slightly warm sun in the breeze.

Suddenly a voice rang out, "Sister, can you let me play on the swing for a while?"

When I opened my eyes, I found a little man with a puffy face and a puffy face standing in front of him. He was about eight or nine years old. He was looking at her with his head tilted. He looked really cute.

"Okay." He Shiling smiled and walked to the side, watching the little girl sit on the swing, "Do you need to push it for you?"

"Okay, thank you sister." The little girl smiled sweetly.

He Shiling walked over with a smile, pushed it gently, looked at the little cutie in front of her, and looked at Tongtong in the distance, remembering a poem she saw many years ago: "The son of the paper duck, the girl on the swing, is like a newcomer." There are many spring swallows.

"Let's play on the swing together, okay? Big sister."

Out of nowhere, three or four little girls suddenly came in. They were about the same age, about seven to eight or nine years old. One of them was a little taller and looked at He Shiling and said.The little girl next to her nodded in anticipation.

"Of course you can." He Shiling smiled, then looked at the little girl on the swing, "You two play together, okay, twenty strokes each?"

"Okay," said the little girl sitting on the swing.

"Then you line up to play, twenty times each." He Shiling said to the tall girl.

"Okay, sister," the tall little girl pointed at three or four girls, "you are the second, you are the third, you are the fourth, and I am the last." Several little girls nodded in response, ok ok.

"Thank you, sister," the tall girl walked over and said to He Shiling, "I'll push it. Sister can rest for a while."

Another little girl also ran over and said to the tall girl, "Junjun, let's push it together for you."

"Okay, if you're tired, you can go and rest for a while." "Okay."

This little girl is nice.He Shiling smiled and walked to the steps beside the weeping willow ten meters away and sat down. Looking back, they happily lined up to play on the swing.

(End of this chapter)