“乐手无踪洞箫吹,精灵盘丝任翻飞,小竹缘何成大器,健身娱乐不思归”。这首诗,就是对我晚年抖空竹的真实写照。退休以后,在家闲来无事,便在老友的陪伴下,经常到公园闲转。一来二去,我发现公园内有位老人常在空地上玩一种木陀螺,技艺非常娴熟,而且那个木陀螺在上下翻飞的过程中,发出奇异的声响。这是什么活动啊?我当时来了兴趣,一打听才知道,人家玩的不是什么木陀螺,而是一种传 “Music player without a trace of flute blowing, whisk Pan Ren whirlwind, what a small bamboo edge amplifier, fitness entertainment does not return.” This poem is a true portrayal of my old age. After retirement, nothing to do at home, then in the company of old friends, often idle to the park. One after another, I found that an old man in the park used to play a wooden gyro on the open field. The technique was very skillful, and the wooden gyro made strange sounds in the process of turning up and down. What is this activity? I was interested at the moment, and when I asked for it, people did not know what wooden tops were,