Whoever had such a radio at that time was very angry.
When I was a child, there was no TELEVISION, not even very few radios. I remember when I was seven years old, my aunt bought my grandfather a tube radio with a red light. The sound is so good that it can be heard far away.
But the radio was in my grandparents' house and wasn't always listening to. When we couldn't sleep at night, we would tell each other riddles, and whoever was the turn was going to say one, and then everyone guessed.
Each riddle has a distinctly life color and rural atmosphere, which is also interesting to think back on now.
On a long winter night, we lay on the hot kang, wrapped tightly in quilts, and began to tell riddles.
"Three tiles, build a temple, and live in it a white old road" - it is buckwheat, what a vivid image.
"Climb the trees, plant them all over the ground, and the golden flowers will give thanks to the silver blossoms" - it is cotton. Cotton is like a small dwarf tree, which flowers first, bears fruit later, and finally silver.
"Kraft paper, wrapped in gold, who can't guess that it is a grandson" - it is a chestnut, you see, you can't guess it and damage people, so they are afraid of guessing it themselves.
"A tree, two pears, the child is really anxious to see" - we can't guess. An older child laughed and said, "Go home and ask your mother to go!" Later, I learned that it was a child who fed.
A few of our friends guessed and guessed and went to sleep, it was very dark outside, and the wind was very strong, but we slept soundly.
Forty or fifty years have passed, and every winter, I always think of the cold winter nights of my childhood, and I still remember a few riddles that were always hanging on my lips.