Is the Yellow River in Jing Qing good water now?

Qingjing Yellow River is a salty river that flows through Qingxian, Jinghai, Huanghua and other counties. My family lives on the west bank of the river.

In the early 1960 s, the river often rose to the edge, just like boiling, with bubbles and waves everywhere, as if to perform an important task and keep running south. Sometimes a half-dead fish floats on its surface, and the fish doesn't die of poisoning. It was when the upstream pump was running, and the greedy fish didn't have time to get away and was caught in the machine by the rushing water. Some of them had their bodies broken, and some just scratched their skin. Some people take fish home to treat their families. Sometimes pieces of boards will float in, and adults will stand by the river, waiting for the boards to come to a place not far from the shore, waving farm tools to stir the water, and the boards will slowly come to the front, and the wrinkled faces of simple and honest elders will show satisfied smiles.

In the 1970s, the river gradually became shallow, without the original surging, drifting fish and boards, everything seemed calm. Although the river is salty water from the field, it also understands human nature. It has fulfilled its promise: "Take it from the people and use it for the people", so it expresses its gratitude in its own special way: the small fish and shrimps living in the river are jumping; The loach rolls freely up and down.

In spring, the river bank is covered with green grass, and mother sheep takes her children to taste it. Cleisthenes, an old cow, barks, and the pony jumps around his mother. In summer, the happiest thing belongs to us children. We always chase and play barefoot in the water and laugh naively. At night, people wash their dust and sweat with river water. Autumn is the harvest season for river crabs. The proud male crab went on the rampage and came to land with two pliers. A fat-capped female crab shows off in the moonlight. People were so excited by them that they drooled, regardless of the fatigue of the day, took their things and joined the tide of crab catching. In winter, no matter how cold it is, there will be boys rowing on the ice. They took their own little ice beds and drove at high speed on the river. You come and I'll flip the pattern and show my skating skills. My face was red with cold and my mouth was steaming. The two small hands exposed outside were sore with cold, and there were several bloody holes in the back of their hands. What are you afraid of? Picture is a kind of enjoyment!

Since the late 1980s, the clear river has been out of sight, and its taste and color have been changed by sewage. There are no more people bathing in the river, no more people fishing and catching crabs, no more busy fishermen, and no more prosperous scenery by the river. The river in my hometown, I don't know which year and month you will get better and return to the memorable water, river and scenery!