I sat on the couch and looked up at it, thinking about whether to help it, could it leave on its own? How to help it leave? So looking and thinking, it took me with it and flew to another time and space. I wandered back and forth between the two time periods.
The kindergarten behind the house was looping those children's songs again, and even the children's songs were wandering back and forth between the two time and space. "You smile so beautifully, like a flower in the spring ......" When did the kindergarten grow out of this land? I don't remember anymore. I only know that after the kindergarten grew out, it has always been spring here. Many, many flowers began to bloom and smile here from that day on, and it became spring forever. No matter spring, summer, fall or winter, they have always been open.
"On the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea there is a group of Smurfs ......" Suddenly another children's song rang out, I returned from the kindergarten to sit on the sofa in the tiled room, and could not help but follow and sing and dance, imagining that I was also a Smurf. But what does a Smurf look like? Before I could conceptualize the full look in my head, the bulky, thick TV set switched the picture to match the palm-thick DVD player, and the little mushroom-picking girl came out, "...... Carrying a big bamboo basket, early in the morning with her little bare feet ... ... "In those days, I was also often barefoot, not picking mushrooms, running to my heart's content, chasing red dragonflies.
The land was a pond then, not a kindergarten now. I flung my shoes into the grass, dug my feet into the only part of the water at the edge that looked clear, and stomped hard to disperse the summer heat. Eventually, the murky water absorbed them all. I've heard that there are a lot of fish in there, but I've never seen any. Maybe they're afraid of my little feet, and they've all gathered in the deeper center to hide.
In the hot summer, there are many dragonflies flying over the pond. There are a lot of yellow ones and a few red ones. At that time I did not know what is called rare, but clearly know that I only want red dragonflies. They were so nimble and sensitive that I couldn't catch them with my bare hands. Sometimes in the long grass leaves beside me to stop perched, I hold my breath, slowly approaching, thought foolproof, but finally flopped all over the stinking pond water. They flew by me in a quick, playful manner, ignoring the fact that I was in such a sorry state, which was very naughty and annoying, and made me angry and stomped my feet.
The summer pond is always changing with the sky. Sometimes the white clouds, in the water mass winding, so that the azure color spread throughout the sky. Sometimes the distant mountains to the west suddenly lit a fire, cool wind blowing, the flames scattered around, in the water broken into various colors of gemstones, glittering. Turbid pond water, with the help of the sky can also be so colorful, like a dream.
The book said that dragonflies will fly very low when it rains, but the dragonflies over the pond always fly very low. I look at them from time to time, thinking about why they are here without forecasting rain. There was no place to look for answers back then, nature class was rarely about nature, the library didn't have many books, and my parents refused to answer why with their busy silence. All I could do was keep looking at them, from pondering why they always flew low here to how to catch a red dragonfly. Finally, a fishing net found under the couch at home helped me realize this wish.
With the fishing net in hand, I excitedly ran to the pond. A passing aunt kindly warned me, "Be careful, don't be seen by him!" "I'm not here to fish, I want to catch dragonflies." I explained happily. I wasn't afraid of that weird uncle in the village, and I wasn't here to fish, so I didn't need to be a thief. "Then be careful too, oh, don't fall." I nodded gratefully.
At first, I chased the dragonflies with my fishing net, but it was always the yellow ones I caught. It seemed the red dragonflies were smarter. So it was time to keep watch and wait for them to perch. I waited for a long time, and finally one of them stopped on a blade of grass a meter away from me, and organized the fishing net, directed at it, and approached it silently and slowly, advancing cautiously with each step, trying to control my breathing.
Suddenly, "flutter ...... flutter ......" the sound of wings rubbing the wall sounded, the red dragonfly suddenly flew back from the pond side of the long grass blades on the wall of the house. It a moment fluttering beat the wall, and suddenly flew to another side of the wall, continue to beat; a moment to stop and quiet, I do not know whether it is in the reconnaissance, or tired of stopping to rest.
But I can't find the fishing net anymore, and I don't know how to help it. It flew around the house. Where did you come from and where are you going? Why did you come here ...... "Bathing!" My mom's call took me away from these unanswered questions. When I came back, it was gone.
It came from memory and went back to a time that could never come back. I murmured softly to the wall as usual:Goodbye, red dragonfly.