Remember which minority of China has a traditional activity such as a fire knife dance. Its feature is to put the knife into a row, heat it with a campfire, and then make a bare feet with a special performer, singing the mountain song from the blade. Bo God cheers! The more profound part of my memory is to start here. Is it hints that the god of fate is here?
In the summer of 87 years, the sun kissed the earth, and even if the forest in the southern mountainous area is so lush, it can still be so hot, that year, I am a few years old, it is just out of the pants. The day, the people of the grandmother goes to the field, and the table is abrupt the lentils on the lentil. It is reluctant to be steadped by me. Although the candy is 1 penny, but the countryside People can't afford it, I have to find snacks from the field. After many studies have repeatedly studied, I found that the tender lentils were very sweet after the outer plastic skin, so I saw the lentils at home. I want to steal. The table is not honest on the side, say: Xiaozi, I want to eat, I will go to the field, but more. When I thought I had eaten, I fell to the field.
The sun is really hot, and the baked floor can be used to make iron plates, but I think that there is something to eat, and I will pick up a moon tooth. The rural areas are really poor. My family is The belt is better than the family, there is no shoes to wear, in order to avoid my tender ankles and the hot red stone contact, I have to jump along the way, if you sing a "selling news song" It is the real Xiao Erlang :), although every time I just kiss the stone path, the foot is also in the roasting fire furnace, the spiritual room actually found that the crescent sickle on the hand is a very cold gating, I am I have found deeply satisfied, so I decided to use this cold knife, so I took the handle, the blade, the little foot stepped on the blade, after all, it was a new way, so the hands and feet were unfavorable, so slowly, The front of the young, almost all took me away, walked a road, just want to adjust the posture to change a knife, but I found that the cute crescent sickle is even red,,, say it is still small. However, there is no crying, but there is no desire to eat lentils in the field. I have to go back to the grandmother's house, and the old mother next door takes the fast fire chalets in my feet, just fine.
It seems that this is the first time and the first and knife in childhood, although it is not hurt, but it is still very remembered. Of course, there is no heroic story of the foot blade, but when I got my elementary school, I often went to the school. After the school, the lentils were still there, so that the folks wrote a few typing words "just spray pesticides, lentils" in the field. . It is not so tender, and it is very old now.
