The Liulian River passing through the village, jubilant fish and naughty waves have activated the village and the villagers' lives.
The first ray of sunshine in the summer morning flows through the willows by the river, and a new day in the village begins by the Liulian River. The handsome kannika nimtragol who came to the riverbank to wash clothes for the first time, her slender waist shook rhythmically with her white arms, and a sweet smile floated around her mouth, as if to rub a deep love into her clothes bit by bit. The old man wearing a melon hat, driving an old cow, slowly came to the river to drink water. But the old cow put her mouth into the grass that quickly turned into water by the river, and from time to time she shook her tail and got entangled with the wicker covered in her body. The old man squatted on one side and couldn't stand it. He freed a foot and gave it a push before the old cow drank water honestly. My aunt, who was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, had no time to take off her homespun apron and picked two buckets to carry water. When she saw kannika nimtragol washing clothes, she joked loudly and said, "Hey, look at kannika nimtragol, it was the man at home who got it wet." Kannika nimtragol blushed with shame. Aunt carried water and hummed out of tune, and left casually.
The sun hung on the treetops and the smoke from the kitchen fell on the roof of the village. The villagers who had eaten enough walked a long distance with farm tools and cattle and sheep, and came to Huangni Avenue leading from Liulian River to the field. In an instant, the villagers' laughter and the cries of cattle and sheep poured into the Liulian River. Liulian River is happy, and the excited river ripples to the bank, echoing people's laughter; The waves danced happily on the river, teasing the fish that jumped out of the water from time to time. Birds living by the river, flying over Liulian River, interpret the meaning of freedom; The reeds born in love with the river are clustered on both sides of the Liulian River, and the charm of the river is green. Birds sometimes skim over the reeds and take them flying in the air, adding a bit of poetry to the Liulian River. Colorful wildflowers bloom brilliantly on the beach, smiling at people like silly girls. The villagers walked into the fields with all the joy brought by the Liulian River.
As soon as the adults left, Liulian River belonged to us children as pure and clear as the river. The best way for us to get close to Liulian River is simply to take off our shoes, roll up our trouser legs and go down into the river, so that our bare legs and feet can be completely integrated into the river. What a wonderful feeling it is! The soles of my feet stepped on the soft bottom of the Shahe River, and the clear river gently caressed my legs, itchy and crisp in my heart, as if the whole person would be melted by the river. Look at the river in front of us. In the golden sunshine, the waves are dazzling. Suddenly, a fish will jump up and splash all over people. When you catch it, it will swim away.
One of us is obviously a famous fisherman. After he got to the river, he first had a water fight with a group of boys, which made the water on the river splash like crazy. They shouted excitedly. When the fish in the river saw it, they fled into the reeds in despair. After playing enough, the cat obviously reached the reeds, bent over, put his hands into the water and groped for the rope. Soon, he showed his sly tiger teeth and raised two fish. When he is proud, he always struggles with two fish wagging his head and making faces to scare us girls. After we parted, he put the fish in the water and smiled. Liulianhe used to be a source of happiness for teenagers in their hometown.
Due to the loving care of Liulianhe, my hometown is fertile and rich in products, rich in rice, corn, soybeans, soybeans, flax and other agricultural products. Especially the villagers are proud of the well-known rice, which is whisked and shiny, just like pearls. Cooking rice is delicious and tempting. After production quotas is settled, every autumn, cars from other places come to pull rice one after another.
At that time, the villagers loved Liulianhe deeply. They regard them as confidants, lovers and companions, and let the river touch their soft hearts when the sorrow of the years strikes.
My neighbor Zhang Gensheng was very handsome when she was young, and she married her distant cousin Yue Ying as her daughter-in-law. Yue Ying looks ordinary, but she is smart and virtuous. After marrying Zhang Gensheng, she had children and lived in perfect order, making Zhang Gensheng obedient. People in front of and behind the village all exaggerate that Gensheng has water in his eyes and married a good wife. However, Zhang Gensheng was not satisfied. He's had enough wandering around. When he got home, he didn't like Yue Ying, either beating or scolding him. One day when Zhang Gensheng was forty-two years old, he came home very late. Yue Ying asked a few questions and was beaten again. In a rage, he drank a whole bottle of pesticide and swallowed his anger. By the time Zhang Gensheng regretted it, it was too late. For Zhang Gensheng's family misfortune, no one in the village sympathized with him, and everyone called him self-inflicted. Zhang Gensheng's bitterness and remorse have nowhere to tell, so he sits silently by the Liulian River every night, staring at the river, letting the flowing river bring her deep remorse for Yue Ying.
Qiao Yun's husband is a soldier in the frontier of Xinjiang. He seldom goes home once a year, leaving her to raise two children on a humble local farm and take care of her elderly in-laws through sunrise and sunset. Qiao Yun's husband left her hard work all the year round, and she took care of her work at home alone; She undertook the work in the field alone. During the day, she is very busy. At night, after putting the child to sleep, she gently took the courtyard door and covered with stars, and came to the willow curtain river. Silence like water, moonlight filtered out the hard work of the day, and her heart calmed down. The scene of loving her husband appeared in front of her like a movie, and Qiao Yun clearly felt that her husband was with her. Unconsciously, my thoughts and longings for my husband have melted into a full moon river.
Drinking the water from Liulian River, I grew up. The beautiful Liulian River gave birth to my beautiful youth. On the day I left the village, I washed my long hair by the river as usual.
Over the years, I always thought that the clear waves of Liulian River would always polish our village, and the reeds along the river would always be lush in the years of the village. As long as I go back, I can taste the sweet milk fragrance of Liulian River.
However, when I was trapped in the city for a long time, facing the dust, I ran to Liulian River, and the tears of Liulian River wet my skirt-the Liulian River in front of me was narrow and delicate, and it had become a human lacrimal gland. And the tears that burst out of the eyes in an instant also merged into a trickle of Liulian River.
For a long time, when I dried my tears and looked at Liulian River sadly, I saw a new residential building standing angrily on the east bank of Liulian River. A dark asphalt road rudely invaded most of the west bank of Liulian River. The original wide river was buried with only a winding crack, like a person stuck in his neck, and the rushing river struggled to squeeze through the narrow valley. There are no traces of the beautiful scenery of Liulianjiang in those days. The stream and the reeds on both sides disappeared without a trace. Can't find a bird without branches. The fish that struggled to leave in despair never came back. The Liulian River, with no scenery to see, is deserted. In the distance, the smoke from the chimneys of several private enterprises spread to Liulian River, making the crops around cough and the land cool. ...
At the moment, what makes me feel extremely sad is that the urbanization of reinforced concrete has hardened our once simple and soft heart to such an extent that we have not cherished the feelings of this Liulian River, which has silently nourished our village for hundreds of years and decorated countless rural days with poetic beauty. I can't help worrying about where we will find a paradise to return to our hearts when we are lost in the material tide one day.
When I returned to my hometown this time, I didn't taste the sweet milk of Zaliulian River, but I tasted its bitter tears. However, in any case, the memory of the weeping willow river will flow in in my heart forever. The river that washes my long hair always glides through my fingertips.
Second, the moonlight is beating on the river.
In the twilight, the boiling village was silent, and an ancient moon Ran Ran rose. ...
On this night when the grain is fragrant, the moonlight passes through the dense willow branches and leaves by the river at the entrance of the village, the river with mottled silver light flows leisurely, and the gurgling sound is drowned in the frogs. Tired, the birds dozed off on the branches, falling a dream or two from time to time. The night in the village is as still as water.
The villagers are addicted to such a night, and their day's work is to enjoy the peace of the night. At dusk, they packed up the farm tools scattered in the ground and went home, herded the cattle and sheep into the pen, counted the chickens and ducks into the fence, had dinner, and came to the river at the entrance of the village by moonlight. The man leaned his knees against the trunk, unloaded his fatigue, lit a cheap cigarette, and vomited a smoke ring leisurely. Bright Yue Hui floats on their comfortable faces, which is particularly vivid. Take a break, Xu Lai. They are full of energy again. At this time, someone took out a poker and put it in a flat place. The men soon got together and played poker cheerfully by moonlight.
The joy of plowman's life lies in this wonderful night. Women in the village like to sit cross-legged on the beach by the river and grind things. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are at odds, quarreling with men and getting angry with neighbors; New clothes were added, the hen at home laid double yellow eggs, and the doll wet the newly rolled felt on the kang last night; Zhang's daughter-in-law hasn't seen the ground for more than two months. Wang Jiatian's grandson killed the pig in the full moon. Zhao's son, a cadre working in the city, found the girl in the city ... Once their chatterboxes were opened, they couldn't close. Their happy words made their hearts clear. When the moon quietly climbed to the top of the willow tree, the night sky of several stars was boundless and blue. The sultry moonlight fell like the gentle eyes of a young woman, and the woman's voice faded away. I heard the old man telling his grandson an ancient and mysterious legend under the old locust tree not far away. ...
In the middle of the month, the village was quiet and the night was very cold. DuDu! DuDu! From time to time, there was a crisp sound, knocking away people's drowsiness, and everyone reluctantly got up and went home, bringing fullness and satisfaction to sleep.
My fascination with country nights is almost morbid, and starlight, moonlight and night wind are mixed in my blood. When I was a child, in order to be infinitely close to the beautiful night, I always climbed the stout apricot tree in front of the courtyard in the dark, climbed the spacious flat roof and lay on my back to watch the night sky. The stars twinkle in the black swan-like night, beating my heartstrings like crystal drops. A crescent moon hung in the air, which aroused my endless reverie. At this moment, I wandered in the night sky and completely forgot where I was. I didn't wake up like a dream until the old woman sitting under the apricot tree smacked out the last pot of dry cigarettes and called out my birth name. I hurriedly answered twice, but I never went down, and my grandmother was indifferent to persuasion. Grandma had to go in and forget about it. So I slept in the moonlight and fell asleep in the breeze of the night wind ... The starlight and moonlight in the night sky of the village penetrated my childhood and cast my crystal heart of Ming Che.
Many years later, after spending thousands of nights in this city full of neon lights and noise, I was lost in the torrent of material, and my heart was full of loneliness-I suffered from the common problems of city people.
Before nightfall, all the lights in the city were on. In this day and night, city people who have been running like machines all day dragged themselves into the jungle built of reinforced concrete. In the sea of people, confused and indifferent faces are shaking under the colorful lights. Everyone put themselves in an invisible condom and lost confidence and enthusiasm for each other's communication. However, this does not mean that city people reject truth and care, but that they are most eager for truth and care. They desperately seek comfort from the' material' packed in major shopping malls, just to make up for the spiritual emptiness. In the night when the city is as bright as day, people's hearts have nowhere to rest.
Therefore, people immersed in the material, after suffering loneliness in their hearts, will have an puzzled question: Why are there so many people on the ground, just like stars, but the distance between them is as far as stars?
On a brightly lit night in the city, I thought hard before I realized that the reason why we were lonely and impetuous was that we lost the tranquility of the night. The starlight and moonlight above us are hidden in the colorful lights. The unique silence at night is broken by all kinds of noises. The city blocked our connection with the night sky, and we lost our spirit and imagination. Without the slightest enthusiasm between pale hearts, we fell into the abyss of indifference.
So, I began to miss the night in my hometown, the moonlight dancing on the stream in my hometown at night, the singing of insects and frogs in the field, the starlight falling on the river and the deep homesickness in the moonlight.
There is no real night in this city. I survived the long days of 10 years, broke free from the bondage of material things and returned to my hometown at night. I lay in the clearing of the threshing floor covered with wheat straw, and the hazy night covered me with a veil. I calmed down, my mind was full of childhood memories, and the beating moonlight on the stream flooded my heart. I closed my eyes, solemnly made a ceremony of looking up at the starry sky, and then slowly opened my eyes: the diamond-like stars in the sky covered a blue sky. A crescent moon hangs quietly on the horizon, emitting a clear light. A transparent feeling rippled in my heart, and I felt a long-lost touch in my chest. In this quiet and empty night, I have a lot of thoughts and my heart is full of poems and dreams. It seems that it took 10 years of hard work to get this quiet night. Bathed in the harmonious moonlight, I was very moved. I am eager to blend into this boundless moonlight, turn into a star, blend into the bright night sky, and radiate dazzling light for this wonderful night.
After returning to the city, my heart is as calm as water, as if bathed in the bright moonlight. I see, in fact, as long as we salvage ourselves from the material bubble, the quiet night dancing with the moonlight on the stream will remain in our hearts forever, making our hearts accessible and clear and our souls purified and sublimated.