Well in my hometown

The well in my hometown, I miss everything in my hometown, the people in my hometown and the old well. Growing up eating well water, I have never forgotten the sweetness and coolness of well water in my hometown. No mineral water can compare with the well water in my hometown. It is clear and pure, soaked in the heart and lungs, and sweet to quench my thirst.

Well in my hometown 1 I miss everything in my hometown, especially the people and old wells in my hometown. Growing up eating well water, I will never forget the sweetness and coolness of well water in my hometown.

My hometown is in the northwest corner of the village. At the western end of the village, a small river flows slowly from the south of the village, joins a slightly wider river at the back of the house and flows to the north of the village. Therefore, as long as I can remember, no matter how dry the weather is, the wells in my hometown have never dried up. Throughout the year, the water in the well changes little, and the water surface is about five feet away from the wellhead. Although there are pulleys on the wellhead to lift water, in the rainy season, there are plenty of wells, so you can lift water by putting down the bucket.

In the early morning of summer, the mint well is surrounded by fragrance, vegetables are green, and neighbors come to fetch water. You come and go, carrying clear well water into the water tanks of every household. At noon or at night, many women gather at the well with washbasins, washing clothes and doing housework. When the men in the village pass by the well platform, they always say a few jokes and make fun of them. When the woman is happy, she often carries a basin of well water and pours it on the man's head, which leads to bursts of laughter. At noon on Sunday, the children clinging to cicadas and touching sparrows were thirsty. They brought up a bucket of water from the old well and began to stretch their necks to drink. Sometimes I am afraid of diarrhea, eating fresh garlic and drinking well water. It's really beautiful. Now that I think about it, what kind of mineral water is clearer and purer than the well water in my hometown, which soaks the heart and lungs and is sweet to quench my thirst.

In the dog days, my father worked all day and came back from work sweating all over. He went to the old well to draw a few buckets of water and took a cold bath, feeling fresh and cool. In the silent night, the dazzling moon and twinkling stars are reflected in a stone pool next to the old well, dancing with the rhythm of the wind. The sound of frogs and crickets by the well comes one after another, just like the nocturne in the country, and permeates the yard like water.

At that time, the well in my hometown was like a constant temperature in a modern refrigerator. Father often hangs the melons and fruits distributed by the production team in the middle of the well for many days with baskets. On a hot summer night, after enjoying the cool in the yard for a period of time, the family lifted the melons and fruits and enjoyed them slowly, which was cool, crisp and comfortable. When winter comes, the temperature drops gradually, and the old well is steaming in the morning. When I was a child, I often went to fetch water and wash my face with my father. I felt very comfortable, warm and refreshed.

The old well has been used for a long time and the weather is dry. The underground spring is gradually blocked and the water level will drop. So, at noon in summer, my father invited several mature laborers with well-drilling skills to take advantage of the scorching sun, drink a few mouthfuls of white wine and dig mud in the well. The uncles and brothers who shook the windlass on the well to lift mud and dug mud underground shouted their songs, echoing each other from a distance and cooperating very tacitly. Mother cooked a pot of mung bean tea and ran back and forth from time to time to help the village. When I was a child, I was on the side, playing with the gangue dug underground with bare arms and bare feet, and I was very happy. The dug Seisensui is in a hurry, and the tired people are all smiles, each rolling a cigarette, and happily continue to be busy with farm work in the afternoon. The natural and harmonious scene reveals a strong local flavor and neighborhood complex.

My father grows some vegetables such as cucumbers, eggplants and tomatoes in the yard every year, and the whole vegetable garden cultivated with well water is fruitful. Green radish, purple eggplant, red pepper and red and yellow tomato are full of infinite vitality. When you come back from school and walk into the yard, you will smell a fragrance. Every harvest season, my mother often gives those spiny cucumbers and tomatoes with attractive fragrance to her neighbors, enjoying the simple, natural and friendly joy and perceiving the cold winter and warm spring of life.

Wells in my hometown Every winter, when I turn on the faucet next to the kitchen stove in my home in the city and wash vegetables with cold tap water, I will think of wells in my hometown.

The well in my hometown is located halfway up the mountain behind the stockade. Well water is clear and transparent, sweet and delicious.

Wells are artesian wells, and water flows out of holes. The wellhead is three meters high, four meters wide and nearly one hundred meters deep. There is a pool at the wellhead deep in Damidaux. From time to time, water drops fall into the wellhead pool and the well wall, making a "Ding Dong" sound. The trees on the well are jagged, and Gu Teng is entangled, covering the sky. In front of the narrow hole are green stone slabs of different sizes, with roads on the right and pools on the left. The pool is divided into three rooms with bluestone strips, each of which is more than ten meters long. Dirtier things, such as washing vegetables in the head pool, washing clothes in the second pool and washing diapers in the tail pool, all end up in the ditch under the slope. ...

Over time, the bluestone has been polished as smooth as a mirror, and people can still be seen vaguely.

On the edge of the pool, an ancient camphor tree with a big arm is flourishing, like an open umbrella, covering three pools. In the afternoon, a little sunshine penetrated the branches and leaves, and fell on the water surface and the bluestone board, many-hued. When the wind blows, the leaves shake and the sun shines on the water and slate.

Every rainy season, there is a rumbling sound of running water from the depths of the cave, such as thunder and roar. There is a lot of water at this time, but it seems a little turbid. But as soon as the heavy rain stopped, the water quality was as clear as ever.

In summer, when I go to the well and go uphill, a chill hits my face. Approaching the wellhead, a strong chill surrounds you, making you shiver, and goose bumps quickly stand on your bare skin.

Before the villagers carry water, they will lean the pole vertically against the wall of the well, and then squat down by the pool to wash the sweat off their faces. Then I approached the wellhead, scooped up half a ladle, swallowed it in one breath and took a long breath. Suddenly, the coolness and sweetness instantly penetrated into the internal organs, and the fatigue and heat of the whole body disappeared. ...

In summer, I often go to the well to draw water to quench my thirst for my parents who work hard in the fields all day. On the way, I often meet friends with thermos bottles or small wooden barrels. They climb to the well in droves. That slope is also made of bluestone, with dozens of steps. When building steps, adults may not consider the stride of children, and each step is about 30 cm.

When climbing up, the bottom of some small wooden barrels or thermos bottles accidentally hit the stone steps. The thermos bottle was not smashed all over the floor. On a clear day, when you pass by, if the angle is just right, those fragments are like countless small suns, which blind you. Children who break thermos bottles will inevitably be scolded when they go home, and some may even have a "bamboo loach". At that time, thermos bottles were rare and not everyone could afford them.

I like to play with a large thermos as a mirror. Because the fragments are curved, I found my face in the fragments ridiculous, like a haha mirror when I grew up.

At that time, we could not figure out why well water was warm in winter and cool in summer. We all think that the water is so cold in summer that it will freeze in winter. However, in winter, the well water is not cold, and it is still steaming, like the sauna room nowadays. The hot gas rises from the wellhead and the water surface, forming a dense fog that permeates the whole well. The fog rose to the leaves and then "dripped" on the water surface and the bluestone board. So when you go to the well to wash in winter, you should wear a cloak or hemp fiber.

Women often go to the well to wash clothes and chat while washing, but their parents are narrow-minded, and some even bring out private words, which makes everyone laugh. The kannika nimtragol who washes diapers in the tail pool is responsible for vigilance. Once a person is found climbing, he puts his white fingers to his mouth and hisses. Everyone should either shut up or change the subject. When a child suddenly appears, people who talk privately will continue to talk happily. If someone reminds her of the influence, she often opens her mouth. How old is the child? Know what?

The morning after getting a new wife is the busiest time. According to our local regulations, every bride, accompanied by her sister-in-law and bridesmaid, must draw water from the well and call it Ren Jing.

When the bride went to fetch water, we followed behind to watch the excitement. Sister-in-law is responsible for scooping water and loading it into barrels, that is, two or three scoops in a barrel-that's what it means. When the bride carries water in front, we will cheer all the way behind: "The bride is carrying water, the bride is carrying water!" " "Cheerful shouts make the bride excited, expecting, shy and blushing. Surrounded by everyone, in the laughter, the bride returned to her new home that she just entered late last night or early yesterday morning.

It's a pity that Wells is tired sometimes. After two months of drought, the well seems to be flooded. At that time, people would rush to the well before dawn to queue up for water. Sometimes, the well water accumulated overnight is not enough to pick, so people will wait for several hours and go to another well three kilometers away from the stockade to pick. At this time, everyone realized the true meaning of "sometimes it flows everywhere, but it is always as expensive as oil".

What people don't understand is that the frequent interruption of wells has hindered the development of the whole village for more than 600 years. In those years, children also studied, but few parents asked for further study. Adults have extremely low requirements. It is enough to send the children to school (private school) and let the teacher (Mr.) take them with him. By the way, learn a few words so as not to go to the wrong toilet in the city when you grow up. Occasionally, hard-working people will not only get the recognition and praise they deserve, but also be ridiculed. "'there is no water in the mountains, so you have to go in.'" So what do you want to do? People in our stockade are doomed not to eat national (imperial) food! Why bother? "Say that finish, shook his head and left with a wry smile.

Seeing this, you may find it ridiculous. However, since the village was built 600 years ago, the old saying that "there are mountains and no water, and it is unremarkable" has indeed become the curse of the whole village. After the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, no one in our stockade ever ate imperial grain again, and no one worked in the yamen of the Republic of China. The spell was not broken until 1992 was admitted to the civil service.

Time flies, now more than 30 years have passed, what about the wells in my hometown?

I went back to my hometown not long ago and went to the well specially. This well is no longer like the one before. The flat slate is gone, and so is the big camphor tree outside.

Only after asking others did I know that the ancient camphor tree was cut down by his family at the well and burned as firewood, and the green flag was also moved by his family to build a rock ridge. Later, the national poverty alleviation team opened groundwater for the stockade, pumped it with electricity, repaired it in a pool halfway up the mountain behind the stockade, and then flowed to households through pipelines.

With tap water, fewer people go to the well to wash, and the flow of water is getting smaller and smaller. I don't know what's going on. Don't, well also need popularity? Or is the well old, reaching retirement age? Or is the well too lazy to come out after it finds no use value?

I ran out of mineral water, so I took a sip of tap water. Although the water is delicious, I can't find the feeling and taste of drinking it with a spoon or holding well water in my hand when I was a child. Although I can't understand the reason for the decrease of well water flow, I know that the sweetness and warmth of well water in my hometown have already melted into my blood and become a part of my body.