Dantong and I have the same shortcomings do not love labor, the room is a mess, if no one Cui, then the original seal. As long as a clean up, not half a day, and the original the same, every time I go to her home, I will be some do not know the Ming things tripped. She was still traumatized and ignored the looks I gave her. Whenever this happens, I always tell her, "Don't be complacent, see how I'm going to fix you!"
Not only does she not like to work, but she is also very timid.
Dantong's cowardice is so great that she can name a few things off the top of her head. The following is one of her stories.
Once and she went to the street to play is playing to the excitement,, on the face of a sudden there are two "unidentified running things" - cats, running to us, saw us stopped. Because I prefer cats, and those two cute kittens are just what I want, I would like to pull Dantong to play with the following, hand in the side to find, empty, I turned my head: "Huh? Where is everyone?" I looked back, ha! It turned out that she had been at the back all along and didn't dare to come up, I called out to her, "Dantong! Come up quickly! These two cats are so cute!" The cat seemed to understand what I said, and ran over to Dantong in a friendly manner to "call" her over, but Dantong called out to me, "Yaning, help! You can't help me!" Seeing her poor face, I'd better go and help her! I didn't want my best friend to fall into the cat's mouth." Then "without hesitation" ran up to "help", I grabbed the cute kitten, put it in front of her, said: "This one ...... "The words did not finish, she has long been scared out of the soul of the Yuan Qi "call" back, slipped away. Finally, she also gave me a "this time you are dead" look, but see the cat and dare not make.
Such a "glorious" cowardly deeds who see will not be mercilessly hilarious, and then there is it, well listen to it!
Although Dan Tong likes to play the electronic piano, but I have not seen her play, a visit to her home, just want to knock on the door, a Yin Yin voice "came to my ears". "You, to - do - what - what?" I turned my head and saw a "scary" face slowly approaching, and I jumped: "Idiot! You're scaring people to death! You want to go to jail!" She looked like she didn't care and said, "I'm going to open the door." I was furious. When she opened the door, I didn't give her a moment's rest. I took her to the electric piano and said, "You have to play it for me to make up for my shock! Otherwise you'll have to wear "rouge"." She turned on the switch with a pathetic reluctance, and she was about to play it, then looked up and asked me blankly, "Where does it go?" I fainted on the spot and said, "You're so forgetful, too. You love music so much, for God's sake!" She smiled curtly and ran for the door with my hand in hers, thinking that she must be trying to bribe me in some way.
This is my lovely, timid and forgetful best friend, Luo Dantong. There are some things in there that you can change on your own
Title your own five display boards filled with dense Arabic numerals lined up. 76-year-old mother-in-law Liu Zhengyi stood in front of the display boards, read the words, "3.1415159265358979 ...... "The speed of speech is as fast as a machine gun.
"Wrong! 11 decimal places after the 8 written as 9," Granny Liu suddenly shouted, her voice in the middle of the air. Immediately, she took out a computer printout of the pi figures to check, and, as expected, the display board figures were written wrong.
The challenge was to write 5,000 digits after the decimal point of pi on 5 panels, which was her goal.
Granny Liu is a retired accountant of the first construction of Guangsha, living in Shipingqiao. In recent times, China's Chongqing Vocational Skills Competition in an endless stream of stunts and stunts to make the old lady's heart itchy. "I also have stunts." Granny Liu, who missed the competition, approached the organizing committee for a challenge.
Wearing gold pointed leather shoes and a knee-length one-line skirt, Granny Liu was confident. "I memorize fast, a few minutes to finish, I'm afraid you can not see over."
Granny Liu's mastery is actually cultivated by mistake. Before she retired, she was a good accountant, and she could plan her calculations left and right at the same time. However, memory-wise, she never realized she was anything special.
In 2002, when she saw that some people around her were suffering from brain atrophy, she worried about herself and decided to "do brain health exercises." She took a shorthand class and learned to memorize pi.
After four days of study, she memorized 200 decimal places, and her confidence grew, and she was more and more motivated. The teacher also noticed that the elderly students, especially to encourage, a year later, Granny Liu attacked the 5000 digits.
"At that time, I just wanted to get my head moving, and I didn't spend much time remembering." Liu said, every morning at 6:30 a.m. after waking up, according to the method taught by the teacher, silent memorization for a while. At night, before going to bed, and then review a.
After this, pi was thrown aside, her interest turned to the Four Books and Five Classics, the Analects of Confucius, the University, the Meanwhile, Mencius ...... now also memorized.
Until the last two days, in order to prepare for the war, she just revisited the circumference of the circle, and actually did not forget.
"As long as there is a heart, what has been learned will not be forgotten." Memorizing 5,000 digits is as light as eating cabbage for Granny Liu.
She also taught her grandchildren the technique. "My granddaughter learned my method and easily passed the eighth grade in English," said Granny Liu with great pride.
In Grandma Liu's opinion, the brain is flexible and does not forget things is only one of the benefits, "all day long the brain turns, the body circulation metabolism accelerated, the body has become better, colds are not born." Granny Liu said, people say that the older the more memory decline, she does not. Basically, on their own interest in things, she listened to two times on the forgettable.
Grandma Liu looks like she's only in her early 50s. She is very smart, and she walks as fast as she can
The title of the autobiography Although I'm only a fourth-grade student, I'm not bragging about it, but I can say that I'm a "bookworm". If I make a mistake, my mom and dad's sure-fire way to kill me is to keep me from reading for three days. Half a day do not look at my head, a day did not look at the tea and rice, two days do not look at the sleep and food difficult to eat, three days that's not good? So I have created a unique antidote, now introduced to you. You can also contribute
The first trick to smuggle (parents love to check the bookbag person disabled, otherwise the consequences of their own). Put the book into the bag, bring to school, a day a book, there is a certain amount of after not have to bring, slowly savor those books can be. The second trick is to pick the light to read at night. Late at night when people are quiet, turn on the light to see that no one knows, this trick is called the dark night peeping (lack of sleep, do not use, insomnia disable).
When doing homework, a good immediately read the book, mom and dad came immediately closed. This trick is to read the wind. I must kill the trump card, to great courage, a great risk, that is, pretending to review homework, the real inside the book. This trick is also cool, but if the parents found ...... Think twice before you act ah!
My self-created "lymphatic immunity" system can resist the parents do not let the book "poison" method, no matter what it is a year or two, is 615 million years do not matter. But the only thing that won't work is if your parents find out, then you'll have to extend the confinement time ...... The only thing that won't work is if your parents find out, then you'll have to extend your confinement.
In addition, I dedicate a few related stories: at that time, I was no book to see, see the book I itchy hands, want to grab have not dare to grab, hand a stretch a shrink, bitter death I also. At this point I have not read for three days and three nights, life is at stake. In another day, I might have foamed at the mouth and died. I didn't want to die young, so I racked my brain, thinking left and right, but I couldn't do it without a book, my brain was like an empty eggshell. People's stomachs are singing "The Empty City", but my brain is watching "The Empty City". No, I must think about it. Suddenly a flash in my head, someone on TV smuggling, good luck will succeed, with my skills smuggling books, a piece of cake. So my smuggling began, first "loading", put the book into the bag. Emissions to be reasonable, not flat not fat best, and then waiting to go to the book "eat".
" night peeping" invention can be very simple, with the "sneak" trick, in school I can be hungry to see, when I go home has been a great feast for the eyes. But the study time is too little, my appetite is too big, so, must come up with a better way. I want to watch at home, first choose the time, the morning, impossible, double holidays mom and dad are not at home, usually crazy at school, noon is basically the same as the morning, it does not matter.
See I love books like life, please bear with me later. More books to offer, the thicker the better, as long as the price is right, I immediately acquire (borrow), speed introduction of new books, I have long been there bookstore I "cut" some things inside can change their own
I and fast Liu Ren in childhood, are time rich, spend money indiscriminately can not make exhaustive. Sometimes stay at home bored, or my father thought I was too lively, sent me out to play, I can not help but go to the street close to home, to see Racer Liu juggling.
The fast hands Liu is a put down the ground stalls selling sugar fat big man. He had a small wooden box painted green on his back, where the stalls put the box there. The box on a horizontal wooden board full of holes, holes inserted rows of cheap and reddish-yellow candy bars. He changed the trick to attract children to buy candy, the trick is very simple, commonly known as "small bowl buckle ball". A silk like yellow cloth on the ground, two small white porcelain tea bowls, four big red glass balls, this is no more than ordinary three props, but called him to become mysterious. His two hands each holding a tea bowl, you clearly see each bowl under the buckle with two red balls, you did not even blink an eyelid, hey! Four balls even all ran to the bottom of a tea bowl, is this ball from the ground to drill through? He just turned the two bowls over and over, while screaming and shouting, pointing his hand to the east and blowing his breath to the west, as if there was some invisible god as his helper, the four little balls came and went, and it was impossible to guess where they were. This kind of trick is more difficult than the magic on the stage, the stage is only one side of the audience, the street on the dirt trick, before and after the left and right around a circle of people, people's eyes from all directions, easy to see the cracks. Once, I saw him move his fingers quickly, a ball stuffed in the bowl under the buckle, I could not help but shout: "In the right under the bowl which, I saw it!" "You saw it?" Racer Liu's big bright eyes flashed at me in surprise, then changed to a serious demeanor and said to me, "No way! You have to be right. If you guess wrong, you have to buy my candy." "All right! I'm right!" I had seen it with my own eyes, so I was biting my tongue. Confidence makes my voice very loud.
Who knows Racer Liu haha laugh, suddenly turned the right side of the tea bowl over: "See, where is it?" Huh, how is there nothing under the bowl? Only the mouth of the bowl pressed on the yellow cloth a round print.
Is the ball from the ground into the left side of the bowl under the go. Fast hand Liu seems to know how I guess, reach out to the left side of the tea bowl lifted, the same nothing! The balls have flown? Just see him will be two empty bowls to mouth together, raised above his head, mouth called out: "Come!" Hands shook the tea bowl, inside the clatter, open the bowl to see, the four balls actually appeared in the bowl again. Weird, weird, weird!
The four sides of the people around to see a burst of surprised crowing sound.
" Well, you lost! However, I will not be penalized for losing, just buy a piece of candy to eat. This sugar is pure sugar thin boiled, single eat sugar is not a loss." I was so ashamed that my face burned, in the crowd's laughter, bought a piece of candy, standing in the back of the circle of people to go. From then on I only stood at the back and watched, no longer dare to squeeze to the front to talk too much. In my eyes, his tricks were really amazing. The man is also one of my true admirers in my childhood.
At that time, but more than 40 years old, it is just the age of strong, full of spirit, meat heavy muscle sinking, white teeth, red lips, black eyebrows as if painted with a brush. He squatted there like a big white elephant standing. One side of the trick, while selling sugar, shiny and protruding eyes looking around, illuminating the eight directions; full of mouth can not stop talking about amusing jokes; a pair of chubby hands, the belly of the fingers is round, but turn flexible, the four small balls in these hands in the hidden and hidden. I had a kind of fantasy at that time: his hands seemed to be double-layered, and the small balls were hidden in the sandwich at times. Alas, the thought of childhood, now will not be.
This pair of unusually agile hands, probably the origin of his nickname "fast hand Liu". He also called himself this, so that no one in the area where we lived did not know his name. Many hours of my childhood were spent in this most simple and never-ending earth trick, in this riddle that has never been solved, between these two magical and unpredictable fast hands of his, which made people wonder. How much curious pleasure he gave me!
All those people and things that accompanied childhood are always far away with the passing of childhood. After I went to middle school, I don't often see Racer Liu. Just passing by that street corner, occasionally ran into him. He was still as excited to change "small bowl buckle ball", beside a small green wooden box full of lollipop. By now I was a middle schooler and no longer imagined his hands as double-layered, but I still couldn't see the flaws and stood there for a while, watching with interest. I dare say that the best plays in the world, even Ibsen and Shakespeare, could not make me see them enough hundreds or thousands of times.
I went to high school out of town. The first time a person leaves, the childhood and teenager left in the hometown is like a closed book. The best thing about the past is that it's a good time to get back to work, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get back to work. Who can bring the past back to life? That passed away grandmother, do not know the whereabouts of a dear friend, mom's black curls, long lost those beautiful books, that ran lost blue-eyed white cat ...... and fast Liu.
The summer of my sophomore year of high school, I went home for vacation. One day in the street not far from home saw more than a dozen children around what shouted and screamed. When I got closer, my heart was pounding, but it was Racer Liu! He was still selling candy and doing magic tricks, but he had changed a lot, and after 10 years of absence, he seemed to have spent 20 years. The appearance is close to the old man. The wooden box beside him alone has a sad look. It was broken, black, sticky, and could not see any of its previous pleasing green color. The hole in the horizontal board for inserting candies has been poked wide by the bamboo stick for the candies over the years, and the candies inserted in the upper side of the candies are tilted to the east and to the west. Look at him again, that shoulder, back, stomach, arm meat where to go it, full curve is gone, clothes everywhere under the protruding sharp bone shape; face plate as if a small circle, the eyes are not light, not when the left and right, the spirit of the stream of light. The hands are especially attractive to me - he has clearly changed hands!
The back of the hand sinewy, dirty black fingers around a circle of wrinkles, as if the spit out the silk and crumpled down the old silkworm ...... so, when all the mysterious atmosphere and the world's skills have disappeared from these hands. He grasped the two bowls have been touched by the mouth of the broken tea bowl, clumsily turned over and over; the four little red balls, a moment without a head head on the edge of the bowl, a moment from the hand fell down. His hands were not working! The children called out, "There are the balls!" "It's in his hand!" "It's between your fingers!" As he panicked at the shouts, his hands got worse and worse, and he shook so much that he didn't know where the balls were. No wonder there were only a few children around.
"In his hand, yes! Never under the bowl!" A fat kid with a bald head shouted.
I also saw clearly that Liu took the ball from the ground in his hand as he snapped the bowl.
It was a slow, sluggish movement, and the miss became very obvious. The children were clamoring and calling fast hand Liu open hand, fast hand Liu's hand but touch tight, towards the children awkwardly smile. This smile, full of wrinkles are crowded together, as if a crumpled paper ball. He said in an almost pleading tone, "It's in the bowl! I don't have anything in my hand ......" Back then, the godly Racer Liu which would speak in this tone? These childish and serious children are not relenting, and must be asked to open his hand. How can he open his hand? If he opens his hand, everything will be over. I really hate to see Racer Liu in such a sorry, confused and helpless state. How I wish he was like that time when I was smart enough to expose him and force him to show an elusive trick, the ball suddenly disappeared and came when called for. How nice it would have been if he had pulled that stunt again, calling these unaware kids to appreciate the veritable fast hands of Liu, jaws agape! But he is old, no longer will have that flowery years years.
I walked into the middle of the children, hand pointed to the fast Liu side of the wooden box, said: "You are wrong, the ball in this box on it!" The children to me this sudden words to get puzzled. They all looked at the wooden box, and just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Racer Liu tucking the ball in his hand under the bowl as fast as he could.
"Where is the ball?" The kids asked me.
Racer Liu laughingly flipped the tea bowl on the floor and said, "Look, it's right here! How about it, you said it wrong, buy a piece of sugar, this sugar is pure sugar dilution boiled, single eat sugar is not a loss." The children were tricked and stopped shouting. One or two children pay money to buy sugar, the rest dispersed in a flurry.
Then only left me and from the embarrassment out of the fast Liu, I turned my head, he is looking at me. He definitely didn't recognize me. He frowned his white eyebrows, his weathered face and gray eyes were full of questions, obviously he did not understand why I, a strange youth, should help him a little. There are some things in there that you can change on your own
The title is self-proposed before the liberation until the late 1950s, in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River there are often some shouting "repair bowl, yo" craftsmen, picking up a stretcher to walk down the street.
The craft of mending bowls, when the first East Street Du Xiaosi, his family is ancestral, he is seven or eight years older than me. As a child, I saw him every morning in the foggy ridge followed by his grandfather to practice wrist, two small hands in the non-stop "disk ball", up and down the beat, left and right block, a small rubber ball into a ball of white arc light. He mended the bowl with a diamond drill "porcelain eye", that is a special miniature copper drill, enlarged and carpentry masters use wooden drill exactly the same, shiny copper pipe for the drill rod, flat copper ruler for the support, but not with a rope, but with the cowhide tendons, as the power of traction, drilling head equipped with diamonds. Mending bowl maker "playing porcelain eye", depending on a force of the wrist, heavy not, light not, and is suspended in the air to make strength, craftsmanship is not good, the bowl of ceramic on the drill broken, but Du Xiaosi mending bowl, from no misses. He also has a skill, that is, to choose the part of the eye. Fine porcelain bowls, most of which are printed with dragons, phoenixes, lions and tigers, birds, insects and fish, auspicious patterns, Du Xiaosi can mend the curium nails in the appropriate location, so that the whole pattern, "do not add flowers, not add scars," not to undermine the flower of porcelain vessels, "the overall beauty of the". My family has a Du Xiaosi made up of fine porcelain soup pots produced in Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province, from the pot, of course, vaguely visible three white nails; but from the pot look, just in the pattern of goldfish playing in the water to add a few curved water plants. General mending bowl maker mending bowl curium nails outside, but Du Xiaosi mending bowl curium nails in the inside, not to destroy the beauty of the porcelain shape. He used curium nails are also special, there are copper nails, iron nails, lead skin nails, and special exquisite silver nails, patterned nails. Broken porcelain parts of the silk seam, mend the curium nails, and then smeared with a layer of glaze, the broken bowl is as good as new. In Du Xiaosi use of tools, there is a miniature small copper hammer, this small copper hammer grasped in the hands of Du Xiaosi, ding ding ding ding knocking curium nails, like playing a wonderful music, a little bit like Bai Juyi depicted: "big pearl, small pearl fall jade disk".
Today there is no need to mend the bowl maker nails curium nails. However, I think if you find one or two mending bowls at home with a characteristic of an era, don't throw it away, maybe after a few years, it is also a valuable cultural relics
The master of the sugar blower
When I was a child, I often saw this scene: a group of children clustered around a wheelbarrow slowly, from time to time, naive and laughing. At the front of the cart was a thick stick with candy figures sticking out of it, attracting the children's attention. This craft is good-looking, fun, and can be eaten after playing, and generally children like it and can't go away when they see it. The craft has been passed down for more than 600 years.
The old man who sells the candy man has thick fingers and is so dexterous when he picks up the scissors. In the tile pot, the sugar juice is golden and bright, bubbling hot. He pulled out from the small copper pot a few pieces of different colors of sugar, and then mixed, and hands also dipped in some talcum powder, and then pinched the sugar into a hollow ball, and then pinch out a tube, and then hold the mouth of this tube blowing, sugar like a balloon as the more and more blowing the older, the old man while blowing and constantly kneading the mass of sugar, so that it formed the shape you want. Just see his fingers pinch bamboo stick gently pick, a small piece of sugar juice will fall in the palm. With just a few strokes of his hands, a dragon took shape. Small scissors flying up and down, appeared whiskers, scales, claws ...... and then inserted the straw into the middle of a blow, alive and well, holding it in the hand still feel it is still hot it. Holding up the sugar man cheered, play tired, the sugar man will be put in the mouth a bite, and crispy and sweet.
The candy-man blowing master became the best friend of the children. Although business was slow, he didn't seem to care, as if he wasn't trying to make a living, but to spread happiness, tirelessly showing people his wonderful craft. In his mind, sugar people are all flesh and blood and humane things.
I don't know from which day on, he was no longer seen in the square. Later, candy and toys of all kinds became commonplace in the hands of children. Nowadays, children don't even know what a candy man is, so they naturally can't relate to what they felt back then.
The candy man is no longer just a child's toy, but has been emphasized as a folk art. Now I guess there are not many people who blowing sugar man as a meal craft work. It is hoped that candy blowing and other traditional cultural arts such as paper-cutting, New Year's paintings and mud play will receive attention, and that some people will inherit and carry them forward, preserving and passing on these ancient traditional crafts.
The master who blew the candy man How is the master who blew the candy man now? In my dusty 30 years of memory, still clearly retained a childhood scene: thatched bamboo fence, mud walls covered with wisteria, narrow and winding alleys, a group of small children clustered around a unicycle slowly walking, from time to time burst out innocent and straightforward laughter. The front of the car erected a stick tied with thick wheat straw, which is full of sugar figures, attracting the children's attention. In the eyes of the children, the master of the candy man blowing can be really great. Don't look at his gray hair, but walking as fast as flying; thick fingers, but once you pick up the scissors, and so dexterous. Simmering fire in the pot, sugar juice golden and bright, bubbling hot, the old man selling candy fingers pinch bamboo stick gently pick, a small piece of sugar juice will fall in the palm. He just rubbed his hands together a few times, and a small piggy bank took shape. Small scissors up and down, the face part of the five senses, a pair of big ears clamped the monk's hat to make people can not help but laugh. Then insert the straw into the center of a blow, ha, belly swells to roll melon round, the little eight ring lifelike, alive. Shell out two cents to buy, hold it in the hand still feel it is still hot. Holding up the sugar man cheered, often attracted the envious eyes of his buddies. Half a day down, tired of playing, put the candy man in the mouth a bite, crisp and sweet, straight into the heart. In the era of extreme scarcity of daily necessities, both edible and good-looking candy man for the children, is the most luxurious thing, not until the birthday or harvest season absolutely can not get. Therefore, whenever the master of the candy man came to the village, the children always followed him all over the village, and finally watched him push his wheelbarrow away at the entrance of the village. All the candy figures with different shapes and sizes belonged to the children only in their dreams. Once I couldn't resist the temptation of the candy man and pestered my mother to buy it. My family couldn't even come up with the money for salt, so my mother was forced to slap me and made me cry, and she also shed tears of pain. The master of the candy blower saw the situation, immediately will be a snake blown with thin sugar stuffed me, and turned his head to the mother advised: "big sister, the child's request is not excessive, do not be so aggrieved them!" From then on, the master of the candy blower passed by and often gave me some small candy figures. The satisfaction and happiness I had never felt before began to flow in my heart. The candy blower became the best friend of us kids. Although business was slow, he didn't seem to care, as if he wasn't trying to make a living, but to spread happiness, tirelessly showing people his marvelous craftsmanship. In his mind, the candymakers were all flesh and blood with a human face. In his spare time, he would tell us the story of Li Fu chopping off the snake and the Tang Monk fetching the scriptures, as if the snake and the monkey had come from his hands. At that time, I had an obsessive idea: to save up a lot of money to repay the old man for the many times he gave me candy men. But I don't know from which day onward, I never saw him again. Later on, the countryside gradually became richer and richer, and colorful candies and all kinds of toys became commonplace in the hands of children. Nowadays, children don't even know what candies are, so they naturally can't feel what their fathers felt back then. However, over the past 30 years, I often have this picture in my mind: the master of the blowing sugar man is still white hair, in the small building of his home comfortably blowing the sugar man, for the side of the descendants of the teaching of this ancient art, tell the story of the past ...... owners can according to the situation excerpts of some of their own need to describe the fragment
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