The river in my hometown is called Xishui.

There are many lakes and rivers in my hometown, and the most memorable one is learning water. According to common sense, all rivers flow from west to east, but it flows from east to west. There is Su Shi's poem as evidence: "The green shoots under the mountain are shorter than the streams, and the sand roads between the pines are clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life is not less? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. " It is a hundred miles long river, which flows through the green hills and bypasses the county seat, making it a paradise surrounded by mountains and waters. My hometown is also named Xishui County because of this river.

This river is a sparkling river in my childhood memory. When the sun rises, its floodplain covered with yellow sand shines, and the mirror-level river is silver. This winding river seems to be covered with a sand skirt dotted with gold beads and silver pieces.

There is a bridge connecting the two banks of the river. People call it the old bridge. At that time, the bridge was very low, and the river would overflow the bridge deck when it rained heavily. My mother used a laundry list to carry my brother and me into the city to catch the street, or go to the county for a meeting. Sitting in a basket, I always feel that the bridge follows the river. I hold the rope on the laundry list tightly with my hands, and sometimes I close my eyes nervously. At that time, I felt that the river was so wide and the water was rushing. On a sunny day, when my mother carried us across the bridge, the river was as calm as a mirror. Sitting in the laundry basket, I can see the blue sky and white clouds in the water, the trees and people on the river bank, reflected in the clear river, rippling in the microwave, as if these beautiful scenery were shaking. What do I want to add to this beautiful scenery? So, my hand released the small mirror in my hand, and the small mirror fell into the river, shining with silver light, and sank leisurely to the bottom of the water. My childhood, like this flowing river, flows gently through the river of years. ...

In my youthful memory, this river is full of beautiful legends and stories. Every summer night, my father's story revolves around the river in my hometown. With a mysterious color on his face, he tells the story that happened on this river with his unique magnetic baritone: as night falls, a ship sails in the river and its lights are reflected in the water. The sound of paddling and the crooning of various grass insects on the shore combine to form a beautiful sleeping song.

He said that he often took this boat to go to school in Huangzhou at that time. He likes to sit next to the boating ferryman and listen to his story about the river. Legend has it that a long time ago, not far from Nanmenhe Bridge, there was a place called Laolong Cave. This ancient cave is unfathomable, and there is a dragon living in it. It always harms people, often makes waves, takes away people's houses and children ... Later, a brave boy asked his mother and villagers to cook a lot of Ciba. Too tired to move on the ground, the teenager chained the old dragon and the nails rolled in the old dragon's stomach. The old dragon was in unbearable pain and tried to escape, but was chained in the old dragon cave. Whenever the old dragon loses his temper, the chain will be stretched tightly and exposed to the river. People call it chain essence. It is said that up to now, as long as it rains, you can hear the rumbling roar in the Old Dragon Cave, and the chain essence emerging from the water will emit colorful light.

I remember that year, I first returned to my hometown. My little cousin Wen took me to Xishui River to collect pearls and fish. At that time, people separated a part of the river to raise pearls, which was the only way for us to go to grandma's house. We are very naughty. Wen is curious about everything and always has many tricks. He lifted the pearl from the rope and opened it to see if there were any pearls in it. In this way, we looked at some pearls all the way and threw the broken mussels into the river. I think Benon must be very angry!

Later, we felt dissatisfied, so we rolled up our trouser legs and fished in the river. Wen said: "I can catch crucian carp." There are many crucian carp in this river. They are all hidden in the water plants. "

Sure enough, his skill is very agile, and he caught a crucian carp with his hands. I saw him win the flag and jumped up in the water with excitement. He motioned me not to make noise in the water. He twisted the grass into a rope, put the fish on and let me carry it. Then, he gently approached the next target. Suddenly, he jumped into the grass and caught a crucian carp weighing about half a catty, so he tore open the gills and put them on the straw rope. I saw how easy it was to catch fish, so I wanted to have a try. However, I failed again and again, but I still didn't catch the fish, which made my face covered with water and our laughter spilled all over the river. Educate and educate my experience in catching fish. He made a serious gesture and said, "You must catch the fish in advance, keep an eye on the direction in which the fish is swimming, and jump down in front of you to catch it."

At this time, there was the sound of gongs and drums and horns in the distance. Wen jumped up happily in the water. He was running in the water and white waves splashed all over me. He shouted, "Sister, hurry up! Let's go to the old bridge, where the dragon boat race is the best! "

We ran across the golden beach, crossed the willows and came to the river bank, where there was already a sea of people. When we climbed onto the bridge, we heard "Dragon Boat Race, Hey Yo …". Several dragon boats are flying on the water. The red dragon boat is like a galloping dragon. The leader waved his hands and shouted "row the dragon boat!"

The rower also shouted, "Hey! Hey! " They rowed forward desperately with the rhythm of the drums. People on the shore and on the bridge also cheered, and their voices were deafening.

Since then, I have watched it many times. The dragon boat races in other places are not as interesting as the one on Xishui River, and the mood is not so exciting and surprising.

In my memory of youth, this river is full of humanistic feelings. I remember one year I went back to my hometown and lived in my menstrual home. My uncle is a middle school teacher. He knows the mountains, rivers, geography and human landscape of Xishui like the back of his hand. When I was chatting with him, I talked about Xishui Confucian Temple. He said: "Xishui Confucian Temple is located at the southern end of Xinhua South Street in Qingquan Town, facing Xishui River and backed by Confucian Lane, with towering old trees and beautiful environment; There are stones in pass the parcel not far away. You can go to those places to play and learn more. "

So, I visited the Confucius Temple, where I saw a very strange Chi Pan. I was very interested in the designs on Lingxingmen, where I watched them for a long time, and then I went to Dacheng Hall and Chongsheng Temple. But at that time, I was not interested in some famous Xishui people displayed in the Confucian Temple, but I admired Mr. Wen Yiduo.

Walk out of the Confucian Temple and come to the south gate estuary on the lower right side of the Confucian Temple. There used to be a scenic spot called "Stone Wall Ring". According to the county records, "a stone crossed the stream and merged into turbulence, with the word' turbulence' engraved on it." There is also a scenic spot called Longtan Qiuyue, which is in the Old Dragon Cave. It is said that the Old Dragon Cave, commonly known as Longtan, is where my father tells fairy tales. On the south bank not far from the downstream of the Confucian Temple. According to legend, Su Dongpo once went boating here, carved the words "strike the sky" on the stone wall, and then carved the words "chase the time" on the north bank stone. This is from "Red Cliff Fu".

When I was walking and playing by the river alone, it seemed that all the troubles of my youth were thrown into this clear river. When the breeze comes, I don't feel a whim when I watch the blue waves rippling on the water. I pick up stones by the river and count the floating objects myself. "One, two, three, no, you have to hit four floats to go home!" As a result, I played Shui Piao there for two hours.

At that time, I read and introduced Lu Yu's life in the Confucian Temple and learned about his "fried tea". I know that the third spring in the world is where Xishui flows into the Yangtze River. According to local records: "Under the steep stone wall near the river, there is a cave at the mouth of the urn, which is about three feet deep. Spring water flows out of it, crystal clear. Making tea with water is very sweet. " . According to folklore, this is the fountain where Lu Yu is making tea. We naughty boys often go swimming here, and it's not surprising that we found a stone carving of "the third spring in the world" on the stone wall by the river. As a result, many years later, I saw in the newspaper that someone had discovered the "third spring in the world", which really made me laugh. "The third spring in the world" is located in Xishui, which is a household name. Is it necessary for others to find out? It only shows that the author is ignorant.

At that time, my second cousin Cheng also took me to visit Fengqi Mountain along Xishui River, looking for Fengqi Stone Site and washing it. We sat on that boulder, talking about the past and the present, talking about life and ideals. It's the top gun. However, times have changed, and we have long fled our hometown because of our ideals or because of our lives. However, I feel that I am walking alone with my hometown. No matter how far you go, your hometown will always be in your dream, and this river in your hometown will always flow in your heart.

This river is a homesick dream of dragging a wanderer. No matter how far we go, she will hold our legs. We will be attracted by the mother river flowing in our hometown and will come back to her because we have endless attachment to her.

Today, I really went back to Xishui and walked around the Xishui River. I raised my eyes and looked at the old bridge still standing quietly in the water. Under the bridge, there was a woman banging her clothes with a mallet, making a "snapping" sound. There are many people flying kites on the beach, and my cousin also flies kites on the beach with her children. I feel like a kite in the sky. No matter how far I fly, this mother river will always drag me back.

There may be some vagrants like me on this beach. Let's recall the past and meditate on the future! Look at those people sitting in the sand, looking at the children's sand, taking pictures. They all want to keep the beautiful moment. Maybe there are too many teenagers, and they will look here as I do now, looking for the footprints left here, looking for the small mirror I threw into the river when I was a child, looking for the shells I threw into the river when I was a teenager, and looking for the stones I threw into the river when I was a teenager.

However, my parasol was blown into the river by the spring breeze, so I had to go downstream to catch it. At this time, I found thousands of small mirrors shining under the clear and visible river, pearls and mussels opening and closing in the water, many stones washed and polished by the river lying quietly in the middle of the sand, small crabs crawling there, and small fish and shrimp swimming between the cracks in the stones.

This is my hometown, my dream hometown and the most beautiful Xishui River in my dream.

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