My son has a hobby. Every time he goes back to his hometown, there is one thing that he must do: ask his grandmother for a small spade and dig holes in the yard.
Grandma planted a lot of flowers and vegetables in the yard. My son doesn't care about them. He first pulls out a large piece of vegetables and then starts digging holes. The shape and size of the holes he dug each time are different. He calls it design.
He will dig a big hole connected with a small one, and there is a long small river between them. Then he and his little cousin bring water cup by cup and pour it into the hole. When the water in the pit is full, he will pull me over and tell me with a small wooden stick: the big one is Yangtze River, the small one is the pond behind grandma's house, and the middle one is the tributary of the Yangtze River. A long time ago, there was a dragon fish in the Yangtze River. Because of playing, he got lost from his parents. It swam alone and lost its way. It came to the pond at grandma's house. It had lived in grandma's pond for a long time. There were a lot of delicious food here, very comfortable. But when it was lonely, it still missed its parents. When it spat bubbles, it was actually crying. Why didn't his parents come to find him? If he could live in the pond with his parents, it would be great.
He would dig a river around a plot of land with his neighbors, then transport water. Then he told them, this is an island in the river. There are many green trees on the island. Deep in the forest is our home. Our house is blue, with a fence yard and stainless steel staircase pillars. Mom raised cute white rabbits, Dad raised obedient big dogs. We go out to pick mushrooms with the white rabbit on rainy days, and cool under the tree together on sunny days, listening to birds sing. There are ants as big as fists on the island. Speaking of this, he specially emphasized that the ants don't bite people. They are our friends. When we go out to play, there are seven-color snakes that let us ride at will. They swim so fast.
The last time I went home, the adults were chatting in the house. My son began his construction journey again under the scorching sun. Usually, he needs to carry water to the house, so we can see him. That day, we chatted for a long time without seeing him. I hurried out and saw a more magnificent building than usual. My son told me like a lecturer, this is a European castle. There are long spires on the tall castle, and next to it is a manor. In the manor, there are courtyards, gardens, terraces, lakes and fountains. There are also many valuable oil paintings collected inside. There should be a racecourse in the manor. Yes, add it here.
"Mom, how beautiful do you expect the princess in the castle to be?"
"Like in the picture."
"What about the prince?"
"As handsome as you."
My son laughed happily: "I want to be a prince with arrows and horses, saving poor children."
I am surprised at my son's weird thoughts. Many of them are just perceived from TV, books and picture magazines. Maybe he only understands them partially, but what does it matter? He will gradually figure out many things in the process of growth.
Every time I see him happily digging with mud all over his body, I am happy to help him dig together. Children who are always like fairy tales are so good.