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跳绳歌，数到一百
下课铃，叮铃铃，我抱绳子出教室。
绳子长，绳儿圆，甩起来，像彩虹圈。
一二三，跳起来，绳子擦地啪啪响。
四五六，别停下，脚底像装小弹簧。
七八九，好朋友，替我数声喊得亮。
朋友数数有一套，脚后跟，打拍子，脑袋跟着点数晃。
他数得快，我跳得快，我俩配成一对鼓和锣。
十十一十二十三，笑声跟着数数跑。
绳子快，像风车，转得阳光碎一地。
阳光落在绳圈里，跳一下，溅起一小片金。
二十跳完换小美，小美辫子翘上天。
小美跳法叫单脚，左边换到右边站，像一只快乐小仙鹤。
三十跳完换小强，小强摔个屁股蹲，不哭不哭爬起来，周围笑声响一片。
小强拍拍裤子说，再来再来，绳子一甩又开跳。
围观同学排长队，从旗杆排到篮球架，谁也不插队，谁也不着急。
四十、五十，太阳晒，鼻尖亮亮像抹油。
六十、七十，风来帮，吹得衣角鼓成球。
八十、九十，嗓门哑，还要接着往下喊。
数到一半绳打头，打头不疼像梳子，梳完头发接着走。
一年级小不点，踮脚学，学我们甩绳的样子，甩得自己绊自己。
我们教她数一二三，她跳一个就欢呼，欢呼声比谁都高。
九十八，九十九，全班围成一个大圈。
一百！跳完啦！笑声炸开像爆豆。
笑声蹦到旗杆顶，又滑下来，落进每个人张开的嘴。
这时候，上课铃，轻轻地，像妈妈喊我名。
绳子收进书包里，笑声收进口袋里。
排好队，上了楼，心还在操场走。
坐下了，翻开书，字里跳出绳花影。
同桌悄悄告诉我，他兜里还装着一串笑声，回家要讲给妈妈听。
明天接着数数呀，一百零一在等我。
跳绳啪，笑声朗，铃儿叮当收场忙。
十分钟，真快活，是我们的一首歌。
Jump Rope Song, Count to One Hundred
The break bell, ding-a-ling, I hug my rope out of the classroom.
The rope is long, the rope is round, whirl it up, a rainbow ring.
One two three, jump right in, the rope slaps the ground pat-pat-pat.
Four five six, do not stop, my feet have little springs inside.
Seven eight nine, my good friend, counting for me, shouting bright.
Ten-eleven-twelve-thirteen, laughter runs along with the count.
The rope is fast, a pinwheel, spinning sunlight into pieces.
After twenty jumps it is the turn of Xiao Mei, her braids flying up to the sky.
Her style is hopping on one foot, switching left to right, a joyful little crane.
After thirty it is Xiao Qiang, he falls on his seat, no tears, up he gets, and laughter rolls around him.
Xiao Qiang pats his trousers and says once more, once more, and the rope whirls again.
The waiting children line up from the flagpole to the basketball hoop, nobody cutting in, nobody rushing.
Forty, fifty, the sun shines, my nose tip shiny as if oiled.
Sixty, seventy, the wind helps, blowing my shirt hem into a ball.
Eighty, ninety, my voice is hoarse, still shouting on.
Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, the whole class forms one big ring.
One hundred! Done! Laughter pops like popcorn.
Just then, the class bell, softly, like a mother calling my name.
The rope goes into my schoolbag, the laughter into my pocket.
Line up, go upstairs, my heart still strolling on the playground.
Sit down, open the book, and jump-rope shadows dance in the words.
Keep counting tomorrow, one hundred and one is waiting for me.
Rope goes pat, laughter rings, the bell jingles as the show wraps up.
Ten minutes, truly joyful, they are our little song.
操场开了一家快乐小店
下课铃是开门铃，叮铃铃，操场的小店开张了。
货架上摆满游戏：跳绳、毽子、皮筋、弹珠，一样比一样好玩。
最热闹的柜台是跳绳，绳子一甩，队伍就排到了旗杆。
跳的人付勇气，看的人付掌声，谁也不欠谁。
店里的钱是笑声，叮当一声，落进每个人的口袋。
小胖赚了满兜，笑得走路打晃，像兜里装了一窝小鸟。
跳绳的姐姐甩出双飞，围观的人笑出声，笑声哗啦，像下了一场小雨。
踢毽子的摊位小，围的人却多，毽子一高一低，笑声一阵一阵。
跳皮筋的姑娘们边跳边唱，马兰开花二十一，唱得笑声直往上蹿。
店里有规矩：摔倒了不许哭，扶一把，笑声立刻回来。
店里有怪事：越玩东西越多，十分钟越玩越富。
我什么也不会，站在店门口发愣，像攥着钱不敢买东西的孩子。
跳绳的姐姐招手：来，借你一根绳。绳子还带着她的温度。
我跳第一个，绊了；第二个，绊了；第三个，过去了！
围观的人笑起来，这次的笑声是给我的，暖得像刚出炉的饼。
我连跳五个，五个！兜里叮当响，我也有钱了。
十分钟到了，小店要关门，上课铃是打烊铃，叮——叮——
我们不抢不挤，把笑声叠好，小心放进口袋。
跳绳归位，毽子归位，笑声归到每个人的心里。
上楼的时候，口袋叮当，叮当，笑声在里头挪动。
老师进门提问，我答对了，心里又叮当一声，是利息。
原来快乐小店会付利息，把白天的笑声记到晚上的梦里。
放学铃响，小店换夜班，路灯替我们看店。
明天叮铃铃，我们再带上勇气来买东西，钱早就攒好了。
跳绳、笑声、上课铃，是这家小店最响的三样招牌。
The Playground Opens a Happy Little Shop
The break bell is the opening bell, ding-a-ling, the little shop on the playground opens.
The shelves are stocked with games: jump ropes, shuttlecocks, rubber bands, marbles, each better than the last.
The busiest counter is jump rope; the moment a rope whirls, the line stretches all the way to the flagpole.
Those who jump pay with courage, those who watch pay with applause, and nobody owes anybody.
The money of the shop is laughter, jingle, dropping into the pockets of everyone.
Chubby earns a pocketful, laughing so hard he wobbles walking, as if he carries a nest of birds.
The jump rope sister pulls off a double-under, the crowd bursts out laughing, like a sudden rainfall.
The shuttlecock stall is small but crowded, the cock rising and falling, the laughter wave after wave.
The rubber-band girls sing as they hop, horse-orchid blooms twenty-one, their laughter shooting upward.
The shop has a rule: no crying when you fall, a hand pulled you up, and laughter returns at once.
The shop has a wonder: the more you play, the more there is; ten minutes grows richer the more you spend.
I can play nothing, standing dazed at the door, like a child clutching money afraid to buy.
The jump rope sister waves: come, I will lend you a rope. The rope still carries her warmth.
My first jump, tripped; second, tripped; third, over!
The onlookers laugh, and this laughter is for me, warm as a just-baked flatbread.
I land five jumps in a row, five! My pocket jingles; I have money too.
The ten minutes are up, the shop must close; the class bell is the closing bell, ding — ding —
We neither scramble nor push, folding the laughter neatly, tucking it carefully into our pockets.
The ropes go back, the shuttlecocks go back, the laughter returns into each heart.
Going upstairs, pockets jingle, jingle, the laughter shifting inside.
The teacher asks a question in class, I answer right, and inside me another jingle — that is interest.
So the happy little shop pays interest, posting the laughter of today into the dreams of tonight.
The school bell rings, the shop switches to the night shift, and the streetlamps mind the store for us.
Tomorrow ding-a-ling, we bring our courage back to buy, our money long since saved.
Jump rope, laughter, class bell, the three loudest signboards of this little shop.
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