I saw many pictures of my hometown in a friend's space the other day. After Jingmei enjoyed it, I got my friend's permission and reprinted all those pictures into my space. I don't want to, attracting countless praises. While netizens envy and hate, they all ask doubtfully: Will your hometown be so beautiful? Is my hometown beautiful? I have never felt this fact since I was a child. After studying and working abroad for six years, I have traveled a lot, and gradually formed a proud consciousness in my mind: Suichuan, you are so beautiful!

Speaking of the beauty of Suichuan, we may be familiar with the beauty of the three treasures of Gougu Nao, Kumquat and dried salted duck. Recently, Gou Gunao won the gold medal of China famous tea in the centennial World Expo, which really cheered Suichuan's cousin. But what made me chew the deepest in my hometown during this time was the cold water pit, a place with clear water.

Lengshuikeng, located in Duiziqian Town, is about 4 kilometers away from the market. There is a spacious cement road next to the middle school in the town, which can be driven directly. After coming home from work, many people mentioned the cold puddle to themselves, but they never had time to go for a walk. Just one day, they were going to do business on the pile, so they took this opportunity to take their sister with them (she has been there and knows the way). After finishing the work, I dragged my sister on the motorcycle and went straight away. I no longer write about the lush bamboo and green eyes on the mountain next to the cement road. In Suichuan, this is the universal beauty that every mountain has. After riding for more than ten minutes, I saw more than ten private cars parked on both sides of the road. My sister patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's not far ahead. We put the car here and walk in. "

Walking, from time to time, three or five people came out of it, talking and laughing, and their faces were full of expressions of enjoyment, which made me itch and trotted forward in three steps. Bypassing several houses, suddenly, two quaint stone arch bridges, under the bridge, vaguely gurgling water; On the bridge, a watch of nearly 50 years old, one leg sitting on the bridge, smoking a cigarette, next to a bundle of firewood; In the distance of the bridge, a wave of enchanting bamboo dances. Cold water pit, so casually use a picture of perfect integration of motion and static, welcome us, let me suffocate and take a breath of air.

Walking under the bridge, the same color Qiong Yao, is this water? Or, this is real water! The word "clear" can't describe her posture properly, which makes me feel that the mountain has given water its original face; Water brings the agility of the mountain. Take off your shoes and walk in barefoot. Underwater is sedimentary schist washed down for many years, which is not too bad. Looking into the water, hey, some small river fish, like those children in the village, are playing and chasing to their heart's content. The fish that grow here are so happy and enviable.

My sister left me alone and went to play by the stream. It doesn't matter. Without her interruption, I can approach the cold water pit more unscrupulously. You step on the water and chew everything around you quietly. The deeper you go, the purer the color of water, or the less you can see her color, just like the Taoist philosophy of life that everything is born out of nothing. The Xilu Road twists and turns all the way. From the air, it should be like a transparent belt with a certain color, tied between several valleys, rippling freely, like Hada fluttering in the wind in the hands of Tibetans, pure white and colorless, but full of affection.

At the corner of a stream next to a mountain, there are many depressions in the rock formation, forming a pool less than an adult's stomach. I learned from a stranger nearby that this is a place where many locals bathe at night. Men take a bath in this pool, women are in front, and they don't interfere with each other. This is also the default civilized convention. In recent years, with the popularity of cold water pits, more and more people come here to take a refreshing bath. It is said that sometimes it can reach thousands a day.

Because of something in the afternoon, I was cold in the water for more than an hour, so I had to turn back and go home. Chatting with a local old watch on the way, I learned that if you keep walking inside, you will see a long and high waterfall, which is more interesting. Well, be sure to invite friends next time and have a good time in the cold water pit. I also asked my cousin why the water in your stream is so clear without any impurities. The cousin smiled and said, "The government policy was good a few years ago. Dozens of families in the mountains moved to Wei, and there was no man-made pollution. Of course, water is sweet. " Yes, how many natural beauty has been destroyed by man. I hope the cold water pit can be cleared all the time. This is the desire for natural beauty and a responsibility of social people.

Many things, you will find her beauty; Many things, you will remember her beauty. The beauty of Suichuan is the pride of every Suichuan people, and it also affects the homesickness of wanderers all the time. Once upon a time, how many people, based on their inner dreams, left their loved ones' homeland to study and start businesses, and so on; Now how many people have returned to the embrace of the countryside because of yearning and reluctance, and their bodies and minds have returned to Suichuan, and so on.

Suichuan people, Suichuan heart, Suichuan water moistens the heart.