Looking for the Yi River in the dream.

The Yihe River in the old society was not like this. There is clear water flowing in the river, and there is a wide beach by the water. The summer floods washed the beach white and bright. The scorching sun warmed the river and scorched the beach. A group of children came out of the river, jumped around and rolled on the beach, sometimes buried their naked lower bodies with sand, then jumped up and got into the river again. At that time, the river really became a natural children's paradise.

The fierce flood peak turned the horizon into a deep pool, but the water was not deep enough to be happy. It is these deep pools that let our children learn to swim. At that time, there was no special person to guide the swimming practice. Only those who can swim can't teach, and older children teach children. Of course, great risks were taken during this period. Many children choked many rivers and created great dangers. But each of us is a success, and we all have the psychology of not being afraid of deep water all our lives.

The scorching sun and beaches make us have dark skin and strong bodies, and rivers make us brave.

At the same time, warm beaches and humid air have become a paradise for sand birds. They can hatch chickens without using grass as a nest. Chickens hunt in groups on the beach, and their best skill is to walk like flies from the moment they leave their shells. When they are frightened, they will pretend to be dead, put their mouths into the sand, and their feathered bottoms are stuck in the air, which makes people laugh. Adult flying sand birds will hover and sing in the air once they find that someone or other animals disturb their young birds or find their nests.

There is a cry of "egg, egg, egg". Although it is easy to get caught playing dead, my friends and I have never hurt the little sand bird.

When I was a child, I didn't just roll naked on the beach of Yi River, or listen to the singing of sand birds. Fishing by the river is more interesting when the flood comes.

I remember that during the Chinese New Year, grandpa was going fishing. He hid the chewed pig bones, and when the flood came in summer, grandpa led me to go fishing by the river.

The Yi River, which used to be calm, gentle and soft, suddenly became a runaway wild horse. Pentium roar, a torrent of thousands of miles, usually dripping river, at that time also widened a lot, flooded the beach.

Grandpa dug a hole near the beach and threw the pig bones in. Then, he dug a small thin passage leading to the river. Soon, the fat and long wicker fish in the river filled the puddles. Grandpa unhurriedly scooped up a shovel full of river sand, and the small passage was blocked with a bang. The fish discovered that they had been cheated. They danced and danced desperately, but to no avail. Grandpa and I reached out and put all the silver-white wicker fish in the fish cage (weaving equipment for live fish).

It was not until several years later that I realized that the pit my grandfather dug on the beach was called a fish trap. This may be the most primitive fishing method, but that method is simple and magical, which embodies the wisdom of the older generation.

Outside the flowing river is the beach, and outside the beach is the Yi River.

The Yi River in the early 1960s was calm. In fact, there is no such thing as "geese and ducks croak and cattle and sheep run happily". At that time, there were few geese and ducks in many villages on both sides of the Yi River. They only raise chickens at home, and chickens generally don't go to the river. Then the cattle of the production team will not graze on the grass by the river. If you have been sitting under a willow tree reading, you will only hear the sound of running water and cicada singing in the trees.

Poplars are planted on both sides of the Yi River, but poplars are poplars instead of poplars. Except for river willows and weeping willows, willows are mostly flat willows (Pterocarya stenoptera), but Pterocarya stenoptera and Pterocarya stenoptera are basically gone now. In summer, the Woods along the river are very lush, and the trees are inhabited by magpies, yellowbirds, local "black wooden spoons" and "boxes", and many other birds. In the dog days of the morning, the songs of various birds form a fixed "morning symphony". At noon, the birds stopped singing, and thousands of golden cicadas played an endless ensemble together. Because cicadas themselves have no hearing organs, they seem to deliberately and unscrupulously advocate the heat and mania in summer.

Because there is no pollution from the trampling of livestock and poultry, the grass under the tree is very clean. It is rainy in summer, and all kinds of wild mushrooms are born in time, so it is also an essential activity for friends to pick wild mushrooms when it rains.

Outside the Woods on the bank of the Yi River is fertile land for growing crops. To say "Yihe is my mother, she raised me", only I can understand this sentence most profoundly, because at that time, the riverbed was basically at a horizontal level with the cultivated land. All the fertile fields on both sides of the Yihe River are protected by drought and flood. Our village is blessed by the Yihe River, and most of the land is on both sides of the river. The older generation once said that there was never a year in our village when the land was not crushed (never harvested).

The earliest ancestors of our village probably took a fancy to this large piece of land on the banks of the Yi River and settled down here. Over the years, generations, our roots have been deeply rooted here.

There is a galaxy in the world, a river in the world and a picturesque river in the world. I will miss you forever-my beautiful mother river!