Wen|Chen Hong
As soon as summer entered, my mother found out her old palm fan early, washed it with water, and put it in the shade in the yard Air dry. Pu fan is made of Pu Kui leaves, which are taken from nature, simple and ordinary. It’s like magic, just shake it so gently, it shakes the witty childhood, shakes the tranquil and leisurely life, and shakes away the time like water.
Mother picked up the paddle fan and shook it one by one, a cool wind blowing gently. I blamed my mother for saying, “Why do you still use a palm fan? There are air conditioners and electric fans at home. Which one is not as light as your fan?” I wanted to enlighten my mother a few words, but my mother gave me a sideways look: “Don’t you all come here with a fan in the summer when you were young?” I was at a loss for words and could not refute.
Pushroom fans are cheap, economical and practical. In the past, every household had several pushup fans. After buying a new fan, my mother would sew up the edges of the fan with rags, which is both beautiful and durable.
Every summer, the Pu fan goes hand in hand with its mother. When cooking, the mother uses the paddle fan to fan the fire in the stove; when working in the fields, the mother uses the paddle fan to block the dazzling sunlight; when taking a nap under the vines in the afternoon, the mother slowly shakes the paddle fan, in the sound of cicadas. She fell asleep lightly; when she met a child who was naughty and got into trouble, the mother raised her hand, and the fan fell on the child’s buttocks with a bang, which frightened the child, and assured the mother that she would not be naughty again in the future.
At night, my father would build a cool bed and a mat in the yard. My sister and I lay on it, counting the stars and listening to my mother. tell a story. The mother sat on the bamboo chair, and the palm fan in her hand shook gently, which not only drove away mosquitoes, but also brought coolness. At that time, the sky was full of stars, the moon was bright, and there were melodious insects and frogs.
We pestered our mother to tell us stories. My mother did not have much culture, but all kinds of folklore and fairy tales were readily available. Under the moonlight, my mother told the story of Kuafu’s journey to the sun, the story of Chang’e flying to the moon, and the story of Wu Gang’s extermination of Gui. Every summer night, with the accompaniment of cicadas and frogs and drums, and in the stories told by my mother, I always fall into a deep sleep very quickly. In the drowsiness, I can still feel my mother shaking the paddle fan in a soothing rhythm, the cool breeze. Xixi, refreshing and comfortable. When I woke up, I was already on the wooden bed in the room, and I had no idea how my mother was carried into the room.
“Fan fan cools the wind, not summer or winter. Someone asked me to borrow it. It’s mid-August.” The mother in front of her was already full of white hair. She shook the palm fan in her hand and said Regarding the common saying about the fan, the words seem to be nostalgic for the past.
Looking back on the summer in my childhood now, it should be very hot, but the only thing left in my memory is the coolness of the fan and the pictures of countless summer nights enjoying the shade with my mother.
In the past long summer, the palm fan shook gently, and the leisurely fan bottom wind haunted my heart again this summer. It seems that I am still a young and ignorant child, my mother is not old, and the blue silk remains.