A large group of boys and girls crowded together, with different ages. There were all three or four years old, six or seven years old, and even smaller, they couldn’t be accompanied, so they had to stand aside and watch their brothers and sisters playing happily, they mixed up with each other and sang in a mess. Zhang hit the iron, Li hit the iron, and sent a pair of scissors to my sister. My sister left me to rest, and I didn’t rest, I want to go home and beat the iron. Girls who are never tired of it stretch out their hands. You come and go, left and right, clapping each other. The sound is clear and crisp. While clapping hands, you open your throat and sing loudly, my sister left me to rest, but I didn’t rest. I wanted to go home to beat the fur Iron. The fur iron hit the lunar January and a half. Grandma went up to the room and went down to the room, and grandma came to see me. She didn’t get out of the way, there was pus and bleeding again, and it had been June covered with Dot. After singing over and over again, I almost sang out of tune. My palm was red and numb, and I didn’t care at all. I just wanted to play my own games and sing these children’s rhymes made by slang. The older children were always singing. When they laid hands on them, they secretly strengthened their strength. After three or five years, the younger ones couldn’t stand it. Their eyes were full of tears, he couldn’t cry out, so he had to throw in the defeat and retreat to the end, and let others continue to fight. Even so, the singing here will not stop for a moment, and the sound of crackling will not stop as usual. Forging iron is a skill. It is often seen in the countryside, but not every year. The countryside is different from the town. Generally, there are no iron shops. Every village will invite villagers to invite blacksmith Masters to come in and arrange them in spacious families and households according to their own needs, according to their own needs, they decided to hit those farm tools. They were often used for picking, rakes, pickles, kitchen knives, spades, scissors and tongs, all of which had to be bought. The iron-laying place in the village became the busiest and most popular at that time. An iron pier, several iron hammers, an air box and a burning charcoal stove are all the belongings of the blacksmith master to display his talents. It was useless to praise the craft of blacksmith master by himself. The villagers were clear-sighted in their hearts. Only the skillful masters could make the villagers admire each other. Even though the cost was a little higher, they were willing to do so. Why? The farm implements made by the master are convenient and easy to use, and the steel fire is good and useful. Those square iron with sharp edges and sharp edges, which were extremely hard, were burnt red in the fire and placed on the iron pier. The Hammer of the blacksmith master and the big hammer which guided the apprentice were tinkling like a woman in the countryside rubbing Ciba, the overbearing iron block also showed what the master wanted. One was a hoe, and the other was a machete. How magical it was. Children prefer to go to such occasions, not only to catch up with the bustle, but also to get a bite of delicious food. It is a skill to fight iron, and it is also a vigorous work. When it comes to which shop, some Baba dumplings will be sent in half a morning and half a afternoon. Adults will eat it, and they will never empty children. So, on such an occasion, how can I lose a child in the house. He relieved his appetite and was idle. In the eyes of the public, he sang loudly. Zhang hit the iron, Li hit the iron, and sent a pair of scissors to my sister. My sister left me to rest, and I didn’t rest, I want to go home to beat the hair iron. The hair iron hit the lunar January half of the room. Grandma went down to the room and grandma came to see it. She got out of the way and didn’t get out of the way. The sparks splashed on the meat. Grandma got pus and, the package has been broken until June. The old and the young laughed, so did the blacksmith master. Older people must remember these scenes clearly. These life scenes belong to the countryside. I can’t say for sure that I am one of those singing children’s songs and those plain folk songs, it leaves a flavor of life that is hard to explain. It is not only a display of some kind of life scene, but also a piece of writing left by the old and young folks in the time. It has human stories as well as skills inheritance, it is from these original life experiences that children’s songs and nursery rhymes with abundant taste can be produced. These folk rhymes only record these life atmosphere and life changes in time changes in a form. Now in the countryside, there are almost no iron-striking masters. The masters who have not lost their skills are no longer picked up by the Zhang family. The Li family invited them, but opened a blacksmith shop of their own, and made annual production for the villagers, to build some farm tools in need, this will naturally reduce the scene of being surrounded by many people, let alone the scene of groups of children, large and small, singing this nursery rhyme casually, this kind of flavor has been gradually moving away. But I always think that a nursery rhyme reflects not only some scenes in life, but also the local charm summarized by villagers through simple and popular language, in this charm, there are ridicule, funny, exaggeration and nonsense, but in addition to these, there is a deeper meaning, that is, in every local folk song, there will always be the interests of the villagers. It is these undiminished interests that will make the isolated and poor days still full of hope and spread out branches and vines in people’s hearts. Even the children in the countryside seem to seldom sing these children’s songs which are soaked in slang. Instead, they are popular music with strong modern elements. If we taste such nursery rhymes again, it seems that we can experience the life path experienced by our predecessors. How can we not have their hopes and pursuits in such nursery rhymes, they even said that their longing for love, a saying that my sister would leave me to rest, could it make today’s men and women figure out a lot of feelings? I really want to go to the countryside and watch some children sing together happily. Zhang tie the iron, Li Tie the iron and send scissors to my sister. Such folk songs are plain and unadorable, but it can arouse the recalling of the past time, and I hope more that I can gather together with a grown-up hair boy, talk and unconsciously recall the growing fragments I once had, like when I was a child, I stretched out my hands. You clapped, I clapped, and sang. My sister left me to rest. I didn’t rest. I wanted to go home and beat the iron. I was excited, look at each other and smile, what a wonderful taste it should be.
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