At dusk, the neon lights in the playground light up one after another, like stars scattered across the world. Seven-year-old Duo Duo held her father's hand, her knuckles turning white with force, and there were still wet tears hanging on her eyelashes. Half an hour ago, she refused to go up because she was afraid of the height of the carousel, but now she stared at the unicorn horse with gold rims, and a small sob came out of her throat.
"Dad, its horns will shine. "She sniffed and said. My father squatted down and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb: "But something that shines will spin faster. Are you sure you want to try it? "Duoduo bit her lips and nodded, and her father carried her onto the wooden horse. When the safety bar clicked down, she suddenly grabbed her father's sleeve: "Come with me! "
The staff member smiled and handed over the key to another wooden horse. When my father stepped on the adjacent brown horse, he found that the horse's saddle was a full twenty centimeters shorter than the child's. The rotation began, and the melody of "To Alice" flowed out of the music box, and the Trojans slowly rose and fell with the biting of the gears. Duoduo's unicorn suddenly accelerated on the third lap. She was so scared that she grabbed the horse's mane, only to see her father chasing him from the rear on a brown horse. The heads of the two wooden horses collided slightly under the action of centrifugal force.
"Look! Our horses are dancing! "My father opened his arms and made a flying gesture. Duoduo was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly released her hand and grabbed it in the air: "I have caught the rainbow! "Her laughter was mixed with music like wind chimes, and the white dove perched on the rotating roof flew away.
Thirty years ago, in the same amusement park, there was a little girl clinging to the railing of a merry-go-round. At that time, the wooden horse was still welded with iron sheets, rust was visible in the mottled paint, and the safety pole was a straight iron bar. "Dad, will it fall apart when it turns? "The little girl looked up and asked. Her father carried her to the shortest white horse, but he stood outside the fence: "Every time you turn around, I will jump. "So every time I passed by, I could see a man in overalls jumping on the spot, like a clumsy kangaroo.
"The Trojan horses were moving very slowly at that time. "Many years later, the little girl who had become a mother said to her daughter," It's so slow that I can count my father's dance twenty-seven times. "Duoduo was drawing a merry-go-round on a graffiti book with crayons. When she heard this, she looked up: " But now Trojans can shine! "Her wooden horse has butterfly wings, and every feather is dotted with stars.
Amid the sound of gears biting, time takes on a wonderful dual nature. When Duoduo passed the starting point for the eighth time, she noticed that her father's white shirt was soaked in sweat, but she still kept his arms open; while his father looked at his daughter's flying skirt, he suddenly remembered what his father said before his death: "When I couldn't jump back then, you cried harder than Duoduo is now. "
The springs of the music box gradually relaxed, and the ups and downs of the trojans became gentle. When the unicorn touched her father's brown horse for the last time, she suddenly leaned closer to her father's ear: "Can we still come tomorrow? "My father took out the crumpled ticket stub in his pocket: " But this is the last one. "Duoduo pointed to the spare Trojan horses that were being repaired: " There are many horses that are not illuminated there! "
The staff came to remind him of the closing time of the park, but Duoduo refused to get off the horse. My father sighed and took out a crown folded out of homework paper from his bag: "Crown the Unicorn Queen. "Duoduo put the crown on the horse's head and suddenly found a fresh scratch on her father's palm. "You hit the railing while riding? "she asked. My father shook his head: "I did it when I helped you pick up the hairpin just now. "
When walking out of the playground, Duoduo insisted on walking through the light traces projected on the ground by the merry-go-round. The father followed behind, watching his daughter's shadow grow and shorten, as if dancing a never-ending waltz. The cake shop on the corner lit up warm yellow lights. He remembered that his father always said that the merry-go-round was a "scam of time"-it was clearly spinning in place, but it made people mistake for moving forward.
But at this moment, walking home with his sleeping daughter in his arms, he suddenly understood another truth: the trajectories repeated on the centrifugal road will eventually fold into an upward spiral in memory. Just like the wooden horse with butterfly wings in the Duoduo painting book, it is carrying the laughter of three generations and flying towards the starry eternity.
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