Chapter 3 dragon

An An, who was amazed by the universe, is less than two years old, but has a stubborn personality. He is determined to know the names of everything in this world.A walking thing with four legs and a whole body of fur is called a "dog". However, a walking thing with four legs and a whole body of fur, with particularly pointed ears and a particularly pointed nose, is called a "fox".It is relatively small, and it makes a meowing sound, so it is called a "cat". Sometimes, An An could not get an answer from her mother.Pointing to the drawing on the book with his fat fingers, he raised his face and asked earnestly:

"what?" Mom leaned closer to the book, read it again and again, and said: "I don't know! God, why is there such a thing!" An'an was not very happy, her fingers stopped there stubbornly, and said loudly with a bit of reproach: "Mom, what?" Mom had to look down again.This thing has the head of a tiger, the body of a bear, and the feet of a leopard.The encyclopedia published by Hansheng uses various illustrations to explain the process of animal evolution.This is not a book for a two-year-old child, but there are many pictures in it. Xiao Anan thinks that the whole set of books is drawn for him, and she has to look through it every day.The book stood half as high as him, and the hardcover cover was very heavy. He always tried his best to carry the book from the bedroom to the living room with Tao Kan's posture, panting.The book was spread out on the ground, and An An could lie on it all by herself.

"Well," Ann's mother said reluctantly, "this thing is called a monster." "Foreign objects!" An An repeated cautiously, nodding in satisfaction.Turning a page, pointing to a corner of the book again, "Mom, what?" When the mother saw it, it was a pig-like body. She quickly stood up and said, "Monsters, babies, they are all called monsters. Can you have a cup of hot milk? Can you add Ovaltine?" Sometimes Mom finds that there are many unexpected twists and turns in introducing Ann to the universe.Three months ago, my mother brought An An to the Longshan Temple in Taipei. There was a dragon with teeth and claws coiled on the pillars of the temple porch, and its long body was circling around the pillars.An An pointed at Long's protruding colorful eyes, and tugged at the corner of her mother's skirt in surprise, "Mom, what?"

Mom squatted down, took An An's hand, stretched it out, let him touch the dragon's body, and said word by word: "This is a dragon, baby, this is a dragon, say, the dragon—" An An repeated clearly: "Dragon". The incense from the fireworks in the temple floated into my mother's breath like wispy gossamer.She felt that she couldn't finish it, as if she forgot to say a lot of important things besides introducing the name of "Dragon", as if letting Hua An know "Dragon" was not the same thing as introducing him to "Dog" and "Fox".What else does mom want to say?She couldn't remember it herself for a while, but suddenly heard An An who was still staring up at her skirt say:

"Dragon, it's so big!" Back in Europe, of course, you won't see dragons.But one day, An An in the tram suddenly yelled out the window: "Long, Long, look, mom—" The tram just stopped, and my mother quickly looked out the window. Outside the window were the bleak streets in late autumn, the gray houses, the gray sky, and the gray coats of pedestrians.The only color is a nearly 100-meter-long ribbon, which is knotted on the street tree with towering branches, probably a colorful decoration for Christmas.Mom suddenly understood: Xiao Anan thought that anything long was called a "dragon".

"No, Ann," said Mom, "that's a ribbon, it's not—" Before I finished speaking, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the bright red ribbons rolled up and down like waves in the wind, one after another, my mother was stunned for a moment, she thought she was looking at a colorful golden dragon amidst the sound of firecrackers during the Spring Festival—who said Isn't this a dragon? Back home, my mother plunged into the kitchen, saying that she wanted to make fish porridge for An An, "Children who often eat fish are smart." She said superstitiously, and began to cut ginger.

An'an ran into his own room and inspected his various properties, including plush rabbits, tortoises, dogs, roosters, bears... and talking toy birds, crying toys, etc. The black doll that can play music, the tricycle that can be ridden, the wooden horse that my father rocked when he was one year old, the truck with a horn... Of course, there are also a basket of cars. With a "crash", the mother in the kitchen knew that An An had chosen what he wanted to play, and he was dumping a basket of cars on the ground. While cutting carrots, her mother subconsciously hummed, while of course pricking up her ears to detect An An's movements. She herself doesn't like carrots, but she never misses any chance to let Hua An eat carrots.

"Eating carrots is good for your eyes," my mother thought, and suddenly realized that the tune she was humming was "Guwa gua gua gua gua, that is, a mother duck with ducklings—" She stopped the knife, feeling a little dazed: strange, I used to The song I often hum is "I can't stop dripping blood and tears of lovesickness/Throwing red beans, never ending spring willows and spring flowers/Manhualou", how can I hum this duck tune now? "Mom, look!" Hua An excitedly rushed into the kitchen, took his mother's wet hand, "Come on!" Still holding the kitchen knife in the other hand, mother followed Hua An into the room.On the carpet is Hua'an's convoy: trucks, jeeps, buses, motorcycles, station wagons, trailers... one after the other, closely arranged in long, crooked strips, extending from the foot of the wall to the head of the bed.

"Mom," Hua An pointed to the motorcade and said solemnly, "Dragon!" Mother bent down and kissed An An's sweaty cheek, smiling happily: "Yes, baby, dragon; there is a lot of traffic." Mother walked out of An An's room with a kitchen knife, An An squatted down again, and heard her mother humming a very familiar song, and happily sang along: "Ibia Ya Ibi Ibia—"