Chapter 1: Saving water is the hope of human survival. Without water, dry sandstorms will come to the beautiful earth. Without water, everything around will be hard to survive. Humans, on the other hand, will only wait for the call of the soul on the death line. Without water, the earth will undoubtedly become extinct.
I saw such a news on CCTV news broadcast. In a remote village in Yunnan, all the villagers were sallow and emaciated, and their lips were chapped because they didn't drink water for a long time. There is no water source near the village, so it is difficult to get water from the valley bottom dozens of miles away, carry it home in buckets and store it, and feed the water from washing clothes and vegetables to your mouth. But they have to pay great hardships to get the hard-won water in their eyes. Due to the long-term water shortage here, the banker dried up. The flowers and plants are dying, and the scene is sad. ...
Waste less water and save more lives. Considering that water is everywhere in life, I often ignore the existence of water in life because I am too careless. I remember once, because it was too hot, I turned on the tap to the maximum, feeling the coolness I felt in this passionate summer. I feel very comfortable all over, but I didn't expect how much precious water was wasted while enjoying it, and how many people were suffering from lack of water. I am full of guilt when I think about this, hoping to make up for the lost water. So I made a water-saving schedule to urge myself and tell people around me the importance of water to us.
Water is a resource to maintain ecological balance. With water, sandstorms will be far away from the earth. With water, flowers and plants will thrive, human beings will enjoy the joy of happiness on the other side of victory, and the earth will become colorful. For a better life, let's cherish every drop of water in life!
Chapter 2: When I was very young, when I fell in love with that memory, as long as I wrote an article about water, I couldn't help using that metaphor: the earth was covered with beautiful water-blue gauze.
When I grow up slowly, I know how many crises are hidden behind this "beauty". According to the data, China's per capita freshwater resources are only 1/4 of the world average, and it is one of the poorest countries in the world. The per capita available water resources are only 900 cubic meters, and the distribution is extremely uneven. At the end of the 20th century, more than 400 cities out of more than 600 cities in China were short of water, among which 1 10 was seriously short of water, with a total water shortage of 6 billion cubic meters.
However, the serious shortage of water resources did not wake us up. 20 1x this year, the gifts we gave ourselves were those terrible "cancer villages". Just because of the continuous expansion of cities, the overuse of chemical fertilizers, and the wanton discharge of pollutants by various factories, the present situation of water resources is deteriorating, and nearly half of rivers and lakes are seriously polluted, causing them to become "poisonous water", thus inducing diseases.
In fact, when I watch the news, I am more shocked than scared. Growing up in such a land of fish and rice, how can there be such confusion? I am very lucky. The blue color in my memory has the vigor and vitality of "swimming with fine stones, looking straight at it", and also has the quietness and elegance of "the breeze is Xu Lai and the water is quiet". The blue color in my memory collects the laughter and laughter when I played with my childhood friends, and carries the most innocent time.
However, I just miss it. Although there was no serious incident like "cancer villages", I did feel the strangeness of the water in this city. In the past, grandma always liked to buy vegetables grown by farmers themselves, saying that they were fresher than those in supermarkets, but now she seldom buys them. It is said that it broke the news that those "fresh" farm dishes have been polluted by industrial wastewater because they were planted next to the factory. "The water is not good, eat food don't kill people! Unlike before, water is drunk directly! "Grandma doesn't have any scientific knowledge, but the phrase' bad water' made me think deeply.
Think about yourself again, the picture scroll of "Little Bridge Flowing Water" in those days seems to have changed its taste as early as inadvertently. Jiangnan water town has long lost the life picture of women washing clothes at the water's edge; Due to lack of management, many small rivers along the roadside have become dirty and smelly. Occasionally, you can see dead fish and shrimp floating on the water with all kinds of domestic garbage. In the river behind the campus, there used to be countless teachers competing to fish there, but now it is lifeless.
Faced with these, we regret, regret and blame ourselves. When our economy develops rapidly and enters such an industrialized era, are Jiangnan people willing to pay the price of water resources? As a land of plenty, Kunshan has more responsibility to protect water resources than other cities. It should also be more clear that this is not just a matter of a certain department or enterprise, but that every citizen should take action and do his best to save and protect water resources.
I miss the blue in my memory, but I have more confidence in the future of the water town.
This drop of water was once a member of the long river. It and its brothers stepped on all the obstacles under their feet, moved on, and opened up a road of life, rushing and fierce like the Yangtze River, laughing and heading for its true belonging. ...
But now, it belongs to the gloomy sky.
The water drop smiled. Although the sky is gloomy, I seem to see my relatives and friends, as if I were free forever. ...
Once it was green, there was no heat in summer, only cool wind and gentle sunshine. Here, when you look up, you can see the "first-line sky", where leaves and branches cross and shed a shade. There is a river in the forest, running like the Yangtze River, stepping all obstacles and opening up the road where they really belong-the sea.
A spray rose high and touched the leaves, leaving a drop of water on them. "Hey, look how tall I am, I can touch the sky!" "Another wave surged in and pulled the water drops down rudely." You child, how can you be so naughty and play such a dangerous game? "Hey, hey-the drop of water vomitted to stick out its tongue, smiled shyly a few times and slipped away, followed by mom's thanks for the spray. So the water drops merged into the ranks of relatives and friends, shouting together, chasing together and laughing together.
The fish also exulted, swarmed and frolicked all the way. Hearing the hearty laughter, the trees on the roadside quickly put on green clothes to meet each other, and the flowers on the shore also quickly greeted with a smile. What clear water! The handsome young man took off his clothes and threw them behind him. A fierce man jumped into the river and danced with the fish. Liu Xia, a slim girl in green, was washing her black hair while showing off her crisp voice and singing tactfully. Enjoying all this, Xiao Shuidi was drunk, but Xiao Shuidi didn't stop. It must move forward to get where it wants.
Suddenly a dam blocked the river. They collided angrily, gathered their strength and rushed over together. Finally, this little drop of water climbed over the dam, but many relatives and friends around me disappeared. The water drops suddenly became silent, and the exultation of water ceased, only a gurgling whisper. I think that's their crying.
On the way, I met several large water pumps. ...
A few months later, the water drops have lost their appearance, and several streams of water have joined their team. They are very happy and can expand their team and travel together. But those waters are not pure transparent people, but brown people who smell strange. Before they were happy, they were troubled by nightmares. They were infected one after another, and their bodies gradually turned black and smelly. They found themselves poisoned. I looked up and wanted to say sorry to other plants, only to find that they were all "asleep" when I couldn't provide them with water in the future. Suddenly, the little water drop also felt tired and sleepy.
The sun bakes them viciously, but the water drops don't seem to care. When baked by the sun, relatives are long gone, and so are friends. That's all that's left now. Other water drops passed it in a hurry-they were on their way in vain, and a stream quietly escaped in a shallow gully with serious illness in order to survive. ...
The burning sensation brought by the sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the land next to it has cracked and the plants have already died. ...
Looking at the gloomy sky, the small water drop seems to see the once river, flowing with joy like the Yangtze River, including its relatives, friends, handsome young people and graceful girls. ...
Suddenly, it lost its weight and was free forever.
Chapter four: Under the mulberry, the clear water is slightly blue, under the mulberry, the clear water is slightly blue. Half light and half shadow. -inscription
I was born in Jiangnan, and I love Jiangnan, which is called the water town.
When I was a child, I always liked to set the story in Jiangnan. I remember grandma telling me stories about Forgotten River, Naihe Bridge and Meng Po. Grandma said:
"When everyone is alive, they will cry, for joy, for sorrow, for pain, for hate, for sorrow and for love. Once upon a time, there was an old woman named Meng Po who collected their tears drop by drop and cooked them into soup. When they leave this world and walk on the forgotten rivers and Naihe Bridge, let them drink it and forget the love and hate when they are alive. "
At that time, I didn't understand this. I only vaguely remember that the forgotten river is a river whose name has been forgotten, and Naihe Bridge is a Naihe Bridge. I don't know how that old woman named Meng Po collected her tears drop by drop. When you cry, tears slide down your cheeks and fall to the ground, don't they disappear? How can I collect it? So I stubbornly believe that people cry by the river, tears drop in the river, and Meng Po boiled the river into soup.
Then, in this case, the river in front of grandma's house should be the place where the lovers "and the tears falling on her sad white face are like a rain on a pear flower in spring"! No wonder grandma said that when she was young, the river was much cleaner and clearer than it is now, and she could wash dishes and clothes! Because there are more people crying, feelings have accumulated a lot, and the river has become slightly turbid!
Thinking, thinking, I have a feeling of awe for that small river. Walking on the crude stone bridge, stroking the rough stone gently, and looking around, you can see the river with weeping willows on both sides, which extends far and far, beyond my reach, guiding the dead to go home. It turns out that this is the Forgotten River and the Bridge of Naihe, which I secretly watched by myself.
Later, I saw an essay written by my sister about "Forgetting Sichuan". "Ah, clear river, how I want to keep you!" I can't help but despise my sister a little. The river, which contains too much emotion, gradually fails to reflect the weeping willows on the shore. If you drink it directly, you will have diarrhea!
This wrong and absurd idea lasted my whole childhood. I didn't know until a long time later that the forgotten river, the Naihe Bridge and the Meng Po were just myths and legends, where Buddhists believed that people should let bygones be bygones when they died ... Only the river and the ancient stone bridge that were not particularly clear when they were young really existed.
When I was in the second grade, I went back to my grandmother's house. This town has changed a lot. Fortunately, I found the "Forgotten River" and "Naihe Bridge" that I once thought privately. The stone bridge has not changed much. Standing on both sides are still mottled gray shadows, but the sign of cultural relics protection is erected next to it. Standing on the stone bridge, looking into the distance like a child, I feel that the river is more turbid and smelly, green and a little strange. There is a plastic bottle floating on the water. However, I am not stupid enough to think that more people are crying here. I know, the more factories discharge more sewage.
A night breeze blew, and my eyes felt a little wet. I remembered Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan". "Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan? "
"memory" Is Jiangnan, which is about to lose its water and soul, still worth remembering? The beautiful scene in my mind is being torn by reality bit by bit and dissipated bit by bit. Can we really remember Jiangnan, a water town crowned paradise on earth?
I often wonder how many streams will cry angrily and how many will cry in a low voice if water is given life. But in fact they should be silent! Water, as the source of life, you gave birth to human life, but human beings gave you bleeding wounds. Your noble aristocratic lineage is blackened by the wound. But you are quietly flowing, let the weeping willows on the shore soothe your wounds, let the wind soothe your memories, and watch autumn go and spring come. You must be in pain, very painful. However, the loneliness and vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years have already made you strong and silent. You look at the prosperity of the world coldly, but you don't want to severely punish your ignorant children for your own selfish interests. Perhaps, you have a little persistence in your heart, and my child will realize it one day.
Where did Dai Dai play the flute in those days? Where is my running water? A series of reports such as "Cyanobacteria Incident in Taihu Lake", "Siltation, Artificial Reclamation around Lake, Shrinking Dongting Lake", "Pollution of Qinhuai River, with 65,438+10,000 dead fish a day" and "Oil spill in Liaohe River" made me tremble with fear. Is it necessary to put up a sign of cultural relics protection next to it, so that more people feel that they should protect her! Those eternal poems praising the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River will probably never be understood by our descendants. The once Jiangnan water town is about to disappear. ...
Under the mulberries, the water is slightly blue. Half light and half shadow. We can read the past of water flow and sketch the future of water flow. Please hold on to the half light that illuminates the darkness. Let the water in the south of the Yangtze River become the pride of every Jiangnan person, every Chinese son and daughter, and even every human being!
Chapter 5: Love my Yongjia and protect my soil and water. When the wind blows through my eyes, it rolls up the fragrance of wild flowers, just like a cup of thick and simple green tea, with a long lasting appeal.
I grew up in this land. Look at how time flies, flowers bloom and fall. Year after year, year after year. The withered flowers fell on the wet soil, not cold. The soil gives flowers a pair of warm protective wings. Wind and rain can erode it, and years can destroy it. But these eternal wings, in the wind and rain, seem to be more and more detached from the secular and dazzling.
Maybe years later, things have changed. Although the flowers are gone, those wings may have been worn by the hourglass of time, and the light is no longer there. The land that can defend all this has devoted all its fertility and hard work. Look where the flowers fall. Infinite fragrance replaced the remains of a leaf. Wan Li is fresh and beautiful. Who would have thought of the withered wings and fallen flowers?
Yongjia's land has accompanied generations of people. It shows its brilliance to the maximum extent and meets all the needs of children. How many ups and downs, lightning and thunder. It will always love its Yongjia children, just as it loves its own soul. Like the wings that guard the fallen flowers, they wrap their children, which are eroded by blood and hatred and destroyed by wind and rain. It is still, without regret. ...
Children's endless use, endless demand. Gradually ... Yongjia's water is less and dirty. The trees in Yongjia are thin and gone. Yongjia's face is gaunt, too. It can't provide more for its children. It wants to do something, but it can't.
As we all know, wings can withstand wind and rain, but its weakest point is often in its heart. Inside, undefended. However, it is fragile. Yongjia's heart was hurt by us. Its wings are invincible. Even he himself would not have thought that it was the flowers protected by those wings that eventually led to his demise. Lived comfortably for many years. Accustomed to begging mom, even the feathers in this wing are greedily pulled out. Forget the ups and downs in the world, forget the sadness of the world of mortals. I thought there was only warmth left in the world, and I destroyed that wing unscrupulously. I don't want to be outside. It's really a storm. ...
Yongjia, a little tired. She needs a quiet and comfortable bed to recuperate. We are the sons of the earth. Seeing that this sentimental land that has nurtured us for many years is about to die. It's time for us to reflect. Meditate, people, how much have we asked our great mother over the years? But how much did you pay back? How much did you complain? How grateful are you? How much can this great mother hide for us? ……
I grew up in this land. I hope to see time fly and flowers bloom. Year after year. Blooming flowers can last forever with these invisible wings. A thousand years later, there will be a beautiful story between heaven and earth. We used to be like this: love my Yongjia and protect my soil and water. ...