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The creek in my hometown

When I think of my hometown, I have to mention the creek that flows in front of my house.

Many times when I was a child, standing next to it, I would think that the reason why our village is called Changgou (the creek in our hometown is the gou) may be because of it, because although it is very It is narrow, but it runs through the east and west sides of the village.

This creek has always been my paradise when I was a child. I like peace and solitude. Whenever I have free time, I like to squat next to it and watch the clear stream flow slowly. Since the water is relatively shallow most of the time, I can clearly see some small fish swimming in the water. I like to feel how carefree they are, but sometimes I will playfully throw a stone in, causing them to run away in shock. I love to watch crabs crawling on the bottom of the water. They will stop after walking for a certain distance, as if a scout is observing the surrounding activities. At this time, if you move a little on the shore, it will speed up in fright and run away. Hide in the water plants by the stream and wait until it's quiet again before coming out.

Some places on the bank of the creek are covered with water plants. When I am bored, I always like to use a slender branch to stir it gently. I always feel that there must be many cute and fun things hidden in those gaps. However, apart from occasionally scaring out a few crabs, frogs or lobsters, there is really nothing new. So, I started to slap some little guys that were beating gently on the water. In fact, I have never known the names of these little guys. They have slender bodies and slender legs. When they beat on the water, their lightness makes people heartbeat. This kind of heartbeat makes me love them even more, but the way of love is just patting - if you think about it, there must be thousands of poor little lives that have died in my own hands.

The creek flows quietly in front of the door all year round. Many times, I feel that it belongs to me alone. However, during the busy farming season, especially during the irrigation season, the adults in the village paid special attention to it and even cherished it. From the east to the west of the village, a water pump is set up almost every distance, and the rumbling sound of tractors echoes over the entire village. However, people, including me, did not feel noisy, because everyone understood that everyone was grabbing water to irrigate their own fields so that they could have a good harvest. In the process of fighting for water, many conflicts often arise. Because the water from the reservoir cannot flow downstream at all and is pumped away. As a result, many people in the west of the village protested, and there were even incidents where organizers went to war with people upstream. The village leaders had no choice but to stipulate that from the east to the west of the village, each production team could only use water for a few days on average. After those days, they could no longer pump water on both sides of the stream. , in case of water shortage downstream. As a result, each member of the production team will irrigate their own fields day and night during these days, or slowly irrigate their own private river ponds. The production team leader often sends people upstream to secretly check whether there are people "stealing water" upstream...

Every time I think of this, I feel sour in my heart, especially when I see some production When the team fights for water, many people quarrel or get beaten to the point of bleeding. The creek has now become the mother river of our village. However, if it has a spirit, it must not want to see these tragedies. Perhaps, it was at that time that I accidentally saw the chaotic side of life, and felt a little disappointed in my heart. Therefore, for many days in the future, wherever there were disputes, I just wanted to run away far away and guard my own world alone.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I always go back in my dreams. The gray cement roads are depressing, and the old metasequoia trees on the roadside are disconcerting. Only the green in the crop fields still makes me happy. However, the creek never appeared in the dream. Did I forget it? Or is it unwilling to enter the dream of a heartless person like me who stayed with it when I was a child but then left silently without even saying goodbye?

The creek in my hometown has accompanied me through many peaceful and lonely days. Now that I think about it, I really should thank it. Maybe it is because I have been with it for so long that I (most of the time) have a simple and clear heart. It's just that while it makes me fall in love with simplicity and peace, I also get used to loneliness. This brought me endless troubles for many days in my life. People who long for love should not get used to loneliness anymore, and people who already have love should not let their hearts still be immersed in loneliness. Love needs companionship and warmth.

Little creek, little creek, is there anyone like me who likes to accompany you quietly, squatting next to you and watching your slow flow?

Let me give you another article, which can be combined with each other,

Lijiang Old Town

When I first got off the Lijiang Airport, what I saw was a huge screen. image.

This is a photo that has been processed to look yellowed. It is an old stone road, with antique buildings on both sides. The four corners are tilted up, and the wood is used as the wall. There is a back figure on the stone road. An old man wearing distinctive ethnic minority clothing and bending over.

I long for such an ancient city.

But...

There are still such buildings and stone roads, but there is less of a sense of ancient vicissitudes and more of the excitement of a prosperous city.

Ordinary short shirts and trousers replaced complicated and exotic headdresses and long skirts. Foreigners with blue eyes and hooked noses replaced the minority people with spots on their faces and white teeth when they smiled. .

There are some people wearing ethnic minority costumes at the entrance of the store, but they are not pleasing to the eye. They speak Shanghainese, Tianjin or Cantonese to attract customers, which is extremely weird.

When I came to the ancient city for the second time, I saw noisy bars, dim lights, harsh noises, and crazy people. When we walked out of the bar, we were still surrounded by places like this. The ancient city was incompatible with the crazy bars.

At the door is a small river formed by the snow on the snow-capped mountains. Many years ago, it passed through an unpolluted and simple ancient city, but now it takes care of a life of luxury, entertainment and entertainment.

Someone in the same tour group said that there was an old lady wearing ethnic minority clothing who looked very cute and wanted to take a photo with her. Unexpectedly, she said that everyone wanted to take a photo with her. Want to buy her corn. Others said that there was an old man wearing a toast costume on the street. When taking pictures with him, he took the initiative and made various moves. After taking the picture, he reached out to him and refused to let him go. It turned out that a photo cost ten yuan.

Commercialization has polluted this ancient city...

The country is still continuing to maintain the ancient city of Lijiang, renovating dilapidated houses and cleaning up rivers over and over again.

However, what Lijiang Old Town needs is not an update of its appearance, but the maintenance of its interior.

The simple ancient city... the ancient stone road... the antique buildings... the kind-hearted minority people...

Hope to adopt it.