Sitting on the swing, I squinted my eyes to see the sun slowly brightening overhead, and a slight soft wind swept through the air, gently, with a little early spring warmth.

In the early spring afternoon, there is a bright sunshine and it looks very warm.

There are tiny specks of dust flying in the beams of light, rising and falling with the wind and not being able to remain.

The weeping willow in front of me, which is slightly goose yellow, looks close but does not have it, swaying gently in the breeze, perhaps because of this rare afternoon sun, it also dances easily, and seems to have a slight layer of shallow and gentle joy.

On one side of the weeping willow hangs is a processed artificial lake, the water is blue and green, and the ripples of the sun flow not far away, and occasionally a duck or two swims by flapping its wings.

It is said that "the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river", it seems that it is really practice to know the truth.

He Shiling couldn't help laughing when she looked at it, and suddenly she was very curious, is this "duck" free-range or captive?

Beneath you is a smooth and crystalline cobblestone path that is round or oval, white or gray or black. Seven or eight uneven stone steps and small grasses meander along the lakeside, extending to a large lawn in the distance. The lawn is very large, and at a glance, it is very wide, almost catching up with the large playground of Yunling Middle School.

Between the lawns, very regular but seemingly irregular, there are two or three piles of tall trees growing at a slight distance, three or five groups of tall trees, under the trees, piled up a slope of about four or five meters, scattered a few half-buried in the soil brown stones of different shapes, for people to rest and sit.

There are also people who hang hammocks between two trees and lie in them to read a book or take a nap. There are also groups of people who gather under the trees to spread out the cloth and have a picnic or frolic. More people, no, it should be children running and playing on the lawn, and some children pulling adults, in the little wind to fly the early spring kites, high and low kite strings, running people, the lawn is a piece of bustle and joy.

In the midst of the crowd, she saw the five-year-old boy running hard, pulling the kite string, trying to make it fly higher, higher, and accompanied by a slim man with thin gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a blue and black plaid shirt and a blue-green vest sweater vest.

On the other side, there was a woman with long hair that reached to her waist, and her hair was tied smoothly behind her back. When he was jogging, he wore a beautiful flag with his long hair behind him, a long off-white knee-length turtleneck, a wide golden belt around his waist, and the axis of the kite in one hand and the other hand was constantly and slowly lowering the line.

It was her cousin Song Yi's family of three who was going to come to "listen to the teachings". If Dad knew that her "training class" was like this, would he sigh for this mistake? Could it be that he squinted slightly from the edge of his glasses and stared at her, no, staring at him, the cousin who had high hopes but arranged for "teaching and training" in this way?!

After getting off the bus yesterday, I was taken to my brother's house for lunch, and then in the call of Tong Tong, together with my aunt, I turned back to Jingyun City, went to watch the Lantern Festival, and took the last bus back to my aunt's house, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

One afternoon to the evening, nothing happened. My cousin didn't talk to her about school, or about her grades.

At seven o'clock in the morning, I slept until I woke up naturally, and found that my brother had not yet come, so I finished breakfast slowly and leisurely, chatted with my aunt boringly, and helped my aunt wash the dishes, only to see the figure of my cousin's family of three, and when I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, I found that it was already half past ten.

One morning, the wind was calm. The aunt gave her all kinds of food, just like her mother, for fear of starvation, and her brother and sister-in-law began to discuss with her about yesterday's lantern festival and talked about some history and stories caused by the lantern festival. She was surprised to find that her brother, who taught Chinese, actually knew that he knew a lot about all kinds of interesting anecdotes, and she only knew that her brother was quite elegant in literary literacy, and the students she guided all won awards in their entries.

"Auntie, let's go kite flying."

At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Tong Tong, a little man carved in pink, ran over, took He Shiling's hand and said, looking forward to it.

My brother said with a smile: "The reservoir next to it has been remodeled, the scenery is not bad, and the weather is fine today, you should have seen it when you came yesterday, right?" Check it out, you haven't been here in over a year. ”

"Go ahead, move more, eat more, gain weight, you're too thin." Auntie also helped from the side.

"Let's go." The sister-in-law came over and pulled He Shiling with one hand and Tong Tong with the other.

"Let's go, fly a kite." As he walked out of the courtyard gate, Tong Tong turned around and shouted at his father, "Dad, kite, don't forget to take it-"

After running a few laps with Tong Tong, the kite worked hard in the breeze to reach the blue sky, but failed.

When he stopped to rest, he saw a swing by the river, so he decisively gave up the idea of running hard again, handed over the kite string to his brother and sister-in-law, who were talking and laughing on the side, and walked across the lawn towards the swing not far away.

is still in such a situation, which is more suitable for her, shaking leisurely, enjoying this "new" scenery.

Looking at Tong Tong who was still running hard not far away, he couldn't help but smile, still full of interest.

The breeze is like a support, and the white clouds will fly in the end. But somehow, the wind was still weak, and it never flew high.

Shaking gently, squinting slightly, looking up at the somewhat warm sun in the breeze.

Suddenly, a voice sounded, "Sister, can you let me play on the swing for a while?" ”

When I opened my eyes, I found that there was a small puffy little man standing in front of me, with two pigtails, about eight or nine years old, tilting his head to look at her, looking very cute.

"Yes." He Shiling walked to the side with a smile and watched the little girl sit on the swing, "Do I need to help you push it?" ”

"Okay, thank you, sister." The little girl smiled sweetly.

He Shiling walked over with a smile, pushed gently, looked at the little cutie in front of him, and then looked at Tong Tong in the distance, remembering a poem she had seen many years ago: The paper duck son swing girl is more chaotic than the new Chunyan.

"Let's play on the swing together, shall we? Big sister. ”

Out of nowhere, three or four little girls suddenly rushed over, about seven or eight or nine years old, and one of them, a little girl who was slightly taller, looked at He Shiling and said. The little girl next to her nodded expectantly.

"Of course." He Shiling smiled, and then looked at the little girl on the swing, "You guys play together, okay, twenty times each?" ”

"Okay." Said the little girl sitting on the swing.

"Then you line up to play, twenty times each." He Shiling said to the tall girl.

"Okay, sister," the tall little girl said, gesturing to three or four girls, "you are second, you are third, you are fourth, and I am last." A couple of little girls nodded in response, okay, okay.

"Thank you, sister," the tall girl came over and said to He Shiling, "I'll push it." My sister can rest for a while. ”

Another little girl also ran over and said to the tall girl, "Junjun, let's help you push together." ”

"Okay, if you're tired, you can go and rest for a while." "Okay."

This little girl is good. He Shiling smiled and walked to the steps next to the weeping willows ten meters away and sat down, and looked back, they happily lined up to play on the swing.