村西漳河边的红色土壤遇水粘性很大,家乡的人们把它叫作“胶泥”。我们兄弟三人上下都相差两岁,不知愁滋味的童年时代便成天在胶泥里滚爬。骄阳当头的夏天,兄弟仨齐心协力把胶泥从凹地里挖出来,找块平整的路面去摔打。当时学校里有个水泥乒乓球台,兄弟仨都争抢着到那里摔泥。三双小手一齐抡开,只听见一片啪啪声作响。经验丰富的大哥边摔边指导我俩:“胶泥摔得熟没熟,要看摔的功夫大小。”我用泥手抹一把脸上的汗水泥点,乒乓球台上又响起了一阵啪啪的摔泥声。 The red soil near the Xizhang River in the village is very viscous with water. People in the hometown call it “clay.” Our brothers and sisters up and down a two-year-old up and down, I do not know the childhood of childhood sadness will be rolling all day in the clay. Summer sunshine, brother 仨 make concerted efforts to dig out the clay from the depression, to find a smooth surface of the road to beat. At that time, there was a cement table tennis table in the school, where brothers and sisters competed to throw mud. Three pairs of small hands open together, only to hear a crackling sound. Experienced big brother while throwing the edge to guide us: “Mud fell ripe, depending on the size of the effort to throw. ” I use a mud hand wipe a sweat point on his face, table tennis rang again for a while Pop-smashing mud sound.