Lyric prose about a bowl of water

I grew up in the country. My childhood was spent in a bowl of water village. When I was a child, I heard my mother say: In the early days, there was a rock on the half rock of Caizi Bay. There was water all year round. It was always full no matter it was dry, rain or drought, and the flowers were clear and bright. Use a bowl, no more, no less, just a bowl of water.

One day, a stonemason passed by Caiziwan. He walked a long way and was thirsty looking for water. After searching around, I saw a water tang on the half-rock of Caizi Bay. He took out the drill and hammer he carried with him, climbed up the ladder on the rock wall, and drank all the water in the cave in one breath, but his thirst was still not quenched. The mason used a drill to drill. He wanted to make the tang bigger so that the water could soak in faster. As a result, the stone collapsed with a "bang" and fell to pieces on the ground. A pair of golden ducks flew out from inside. The mason slid down and saw nothing. He shook his head and sighed and left.

From the time I can remember, I have known that there is a well in Caizi Bay. It is said that it was the well that originally fell from the rock. Regardless of rain or drought, the well water is always clear and bright in color, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can be used by more than 20 households in our village with a bowl of water. He said that he would not get sick after eating it, so he invited people from several nearby villages to come to fetch water.

Later, a Feng Shui master who was over 60 years old passed by Caizi Bay and looked at it for a long time and repeatedly shouted: Feng Shui treasure land. He said that the pair of golden ducks that flew away flew back again. Later, many Feng Shui masters came to see it, and they all said: If the tomb is accurate, it will definitely produce a high official. But you don’t deserve it. Even if it is buried, the treasure will still be lost.

A hundred miles away, everyone knows that Caizi Bay is a geomantic treasure. So the bowl of water got its name.

How many years have passed, and not a single dignified person has appeared in a bowl of water. My countrymen are still looking forward to it.

In October 1983, I joined the job and moved to the city. I became the only person in Yiwanshui Village who had eaten the "imperial food" for decades. After work, I crawled lonely on the grid and often wrote some interesting stories from my childhood, simple nostalgia, and the quiet and peaceful village of a bowl of water. I never forgot to use poetry to praise the simple souls and honest qualities of my fellow villagers. , praising their bravery and kindness. I will always pray to God to bless the villagers of Yiwanshui Village: peace and good weather every year.

I can’t forget the bowl of water village. I even want to carry the bamboo basket I carried in my childhood again, hold the sickle in my hand, stand on the high mountain, and look up at the bamboo basket that never falls above our village. red sun.