Shell-picking prose

picking up shells is a memory. For example, when I am over 4 years old, I accidentally pick up shells, all of which ignite my idea of picking up shells in an instant.

I visited a construction site with my friends: Penghu Hotel. It is located in the upper reaches of Penghe Reservoir near Laozhuang Village, Zhang Liangzhen City, Lushan County, and was once a veteran entrepreneurship base. I stood on the mountain and looked around, surrounded by a green field of vegetation. When the sky was blue and white, the light of a hot sun showed me that the summer heat in the dog days was coming from now on. The simple shed built on the hills in front of us and in the distance is a place for catering and food and a habitat for construction workers. Above the hill, nearby villagers planted crops such as peanuts and sesame seeds, and all kinds of weeds covered the hill. Nature is so harmonious that vegetation is particularly rich.

The blue sky, white clouds, the chirping of birds, cicadas whirling like the sound of silk and bamboo, and a cool breeze blowing in the sky are really fascinating, which naturally dispels the haze hidden in my heart.

As a result of feelings, I stepped away from the group when I came. Of course, I didn't want to find out for whom cicadas were singing. It was the temptation of beautiful scenery. I couldn't bear to step on the carpet paved with green grass in a hurry, and walked down a slope on the hill. I went straight ahead and was about to go down, and was blocked by a cliff 3 to 4 meters high. This is Penghe Reservoir. There is no wave in the reservoir, such as the top of a mountain, a sunken sinkhole, which appears under the hills and the sky. Penghe Reservoir has dried up, and green grass can't cover the cracked riverbed, which is often seen in news photos. It is the thirst of the earth and a way to complain to the world and mankind in silence. In the center of the endless Penghe Reservoir, a river like a jade belt is embedded in a meadow-like riverbed and meanders in the north-south direction. Like a jade belt of water, watching from a distance, calm as a mirror. One end of the water flow is endless, and the other end is connected to a corner of the reservoir. In which direction does this jade belt-like water flow, there is no understanding. At the moment, the mentality of "rare confusion" makes me feel so relieved.

There seems to be no road at the foot. The beautiful Penghe Reservoir is so beautiful! I was intoxicated by its wordless beauty and wordless cracks. Li Bai's poem: "It's difficult to learn from the Shu Road, but it's difficult to go to the sky." Li Da's poet is it is hard to go, so it is difficult to go to the sky, and I am difficult to get off the road, so it is difficult to get off the Penghe River.

after pleasing to the eye, standing on the cliff, looking at the edge of Penghe Reservoir, there are so many glistening flowers, so big, what is it? Seeing that it is a shell, you don't believe my eyes secretly. Are there so many shells, so big and so spectacular? The magical Penghe Reservoir tells its magic like this! I couldn't resist the temptation of shells, so I looked at the cliffs, grabbed grass stems, small trees and vines, and walked down the cliffs with the posture of Li Shizhen collecting herbs. It can be said that you are afraid of snakes coming out, but you are afraid of grass cutting in your heart. Confused, I looked up at the road, but no one was there, only white clouds were leisurely. Looking down, at the cliff more than two meters high, there is no longer a straw or a small vine. I'm in a dilemma, and I'm in a dilemma and embarrassed. In an instant, looking at the white shells at the bottom of the river, temptation overcame timidity, that is, in an instant-everything will work out in the end, and the boat will cross the bridge when it comes to it!

When I was a child, I was naughty, and I often climbed high walls and jumped down. Now I am young and brave. People over 4 years old, in order to pick up shells, I jumped, my heel was unstable, and I ran down quickly. It was not that I was careless and stepped on the shells, but that the shells mixed my feet. There are so many shells, so many! It lies still in the river bed in the sun and shakes my eyes. Some mussels and shells are separated, and one is buckled in the mud at the bottom of the river and wrinkled on the floor. Some shells are white and bright, drying in the sun, and nobody cares, waiting for me to pick them up. I'm not in a hurry, and I'm not in a hurry. Let's dream of Alibaba first, and see which one is my favorite! Everything in the world, if you pick up shells, you don't worry, others naturally don't come to plunder. If I regard shells as treasures now, do local villagers regard shells as dirt? No, they are guarding the reservoir. It is not surprising that they often see this thing. And I drove from jia county to Lushan County, taking shells as a rarity, and I thought maybe no one would laugh at me for being crazy. When people are over forty, they have never seen such a big shell once, and they always think that it is interesting to pick up some and give them to children to play with.

I am like a monkey breaking corn. When I see shells, if they are big, I don't want small bowls. See the beautiful, not the ugly; See the whole as one, don't divide it into two halves. This kind of picking-up procedure is in line with people's mentality, and what remains in their hands are all fine products. The behavior of "overjoyed" and "insatiable greed" makes my mood ups and downs. After the joy and greed, only the childlike innocence, like a rag-picker, conveniently picked up a plastic bag and filled it with shells that were regarded as treasures.

at sunset, return to jia county. That night, I looked at the shells placed on the coffee table, sat stupidly, sipping tea, and so silently rewarded my baby. The next day, I couldn't bear to drive alone and picked up a lot. If there is an alternative preference for freshwater shells, it needs to be processed into exquisite handicrafts for gifts.