Seeing these two pictures today, this scene suddenly reminds me of some interesting things about the New Year when I was a child.
Remember that there will be a 7 to 8 years old look, home is still in a very long alley in the old city, each small courtyard is not very good, only remember the number of people, east and west north and south houses are connected together, the gate rushes north, a wooden door is not high or large, if put now, who buys a large object is estimated to be unable to enter, other vaguely remembered, after all, it is still a small point.
I remember that during the Spring Festival that year, my brother and I went out to the gate to set off small firecrackers. The whole whip needs to be dismantled in advance, at home it is divided, you one I one, no one can exceed anyone one, and then all into the pocket, stand on a high stool, each person take an incense stick to the stove to light, and then squint hard and keep blowing, lest it be extinguished, the wind runs out like a start to put one by one, light and throw, always worried about blowing up, the result of the brother is really scared of me, to this day is still fresh in my memory~
After the younger brother lit it at that time, he threw it away, and it was strange! Very coincidentally thrown into my pocket, I was in the pocket at that time there was a cannon, scared I shook the pocket, although there was no explosion blossom, but still stained my new clothes, that dress is a light beige striped Dutch dress made by my mother, the top also embroidered a few beautiful small flowers, I like it, the result will be kung fu on the pocket yellow color, anxious me, angry me, there is no mood to put the cannon, now think about it is also a coincidence Ha, even if it is deliberate can not fall into the pocket ah! Ha ha......
Ha, another time I remember, the cannon is finished, the intention is not exhausted, go to pick up those cannons that have no sound, and then take them home and peel them off, pour out the gunpowder powder inside, concentrate in a small bottle, so save more, one time lit like fireworks can be beautiful moments, the heart is looking forward to ~
As a result, my brother always played with the small bottle, and if I was not careful, the small bottle rolled into the red stove, which was so scary that I was anxious to close the iron fire ring, only to hear a "boo"! Mom, that sound is like "popcorn", fortunately there is not too much gunpowder, and now that I think about it, I am a little afraid. Ha ha......
There are endless funny stories about childhood, but such vivid scenes are still unforgettable, and there are many stories worth remembering about my brother's interesting childhood...