I grew up near the 100m port.

One side of the soil and water supports one side of the people, and one side has a story.

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My hometown is near the 100-meter port of Tongsipai Street. I don't know how long ago there was a port here. Legend has it that the port is 100 meters wide, so it is called "100-meter port".

I was a child who grew up near this harbor, and I witnessed part of its growth history. I insist on giving it a period. I want to define it as middle age. As for its early years, I don't fully understand it. Just occasionally listen to what the elders say. At the earliest time, the water was very clear. The older generation lives on it and picks a few loads every morning. Father said he could carry water, and the women in the street went to Hong Kong to wash clothes every day. Very spectacular. Then there was a passenger ship. I saw it several times when I was a child, but I never took it. Because of the inconvenient land transportation, it is a convenient water hub to go to the city. In addition, there are many fish and shrimp in this port, and many fishermen make a living from it. Fishing boats are fishing before dawn every day. ...

At this point, I recall a few interesting things that happened in this harbor when I was a child. My grandmother likes washing clothes in Mibai Port best. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, she always said that the home can't be cleaned, and the harbor is convenient and clean. And I always like to go to the harbor with her, especially in summer vacation, because summer is the season when fish and shrimp come out. When grandma washes clothes, I like to look for that kind of shrimp in the gap beside me. Every time my grandmother washes clothes, I can touch a big bag of fish and shrimp, and then I can enjoy a good meal when I go home to wash them. Once, I didn't catch much. My grandmother cooked it. I couldn't bear to put it on the table and was going to stay for lunch. As a result, my grandfather who came back from work didn't know the situation and ate it all by himself, which made me cry all day. That kind of fun is still funny when I think about it. I was so naughty that I caught fish and shrimp. I can't imagine how I did it.

I am the only child in my family, but I have been particularly independent since I was a child. For the first time in my life, I washed my hair in Mibai Port. It is estimated that I was six or seven years old. I have a whim to wash my hair. I remember it was a summer and it was very hot. I took a towel and walked to the stone steps near the port. I took off my shoes and smoothed my trouser legs. I bent down and slowly scooped water into my hair with my little hand, washing it well. Asked me with a surprised face what I was doing here. I said I was washing my hair. She quickly told me to go back and said not to fall into the water. I'm going home, too. Later, every time she talked about it, she said that you were really bold and scary at that time, so I had to smile shyly and feel nothing. I think you may worry too much.

But I don't know why I am particularly afraid of water now. Stay away from the water every time you pass by. It is strange that I was not afraid at all when I was a child. At that time, the water in Mibai Port was very clear, so in summer, all my friends on the street went swimming there with inner tubes. I especially like watching others swim, and I want to try it after a while, but my father and grandfather are particularly opposed and say that they are determined not to swim. I know they are afraid that I will drown, but I don't care so much. I watched others itch and sneaked away several times. When I came back wet, I had to leave without any pressure. My father didn't criticize me, just. He said that if he saw me paddling, he would push me to the middle of the water with a bamboo pole and let me swim back by myself. As soon as I got scared, it was all I could do, and I vowed never to go again. Soon after, I couldn't resist the temptation, stole it once and went with my cousin. Unfortunately, I almost drowned that day and drank several mouthfuls of water. Fortunately, I caught my little friend's hand in time and was able to go ashore smoothly. It was then that I decided never to play again. There are many stories about the 100-meter port, and childhood memories are always many and beautiful.

Only with the development of society, some people began to sacrifice the environment for their own interests, and then the home port began to be destroyed. A steady stream of pharmaceutical wastewater is injected into this port, and the water body begins to turn black and stink, the water body is eutrophic, the water hyacinth grows wildly, dead fish, shrimp and rotten duckweed float on the water surface of the port, and passers-by can't hide their noses when passing by. This situation lasted for several years, until the last two years, the water began to recover slowly, duckweed was less, and the water was clear ... It was also the year before last, and the annual Dragon Boat Festival came in full swing. I went home to watch it last year. Although not as spectacular as they used to say, it also welcomed a lot of audiences. There were a sea of people on both sides of the port, and many other villagers came to watch. Drums and shouts are intertwined, and the scene is very wonderful. I think the profound China culture is best interpreted at this moment. As I grew up on the edge of the 100-meter port, I am also a little proud at the moment, proud that we have such a home port and proud that we can continue.

I went back to my hometown a few days ago and couldn't help but go to the harbor. The home port in the sunset is beautiful and gentle, and the mood is very comfortable. Since last year, both sides of the port have started road expansion and river maintenance, which is also good news for us. On the one hand, the home port is cleaner, safer and more water-storing. On the other hand, rural construction is getting better and better. It's good to think about it. Our childhood memories will not fade away, and our mother's harbor is back.