In the dream, only to find a home to which the river. I lay on the river, white beach, watching the geese flying south word, mind like the back of that white sand spread over the same childhood, the other side of the river side of green grass, starlings play in the back of the bull, smoke curl on both sides of the village. a touch of Chinese landscape fixed in memory, deep-rooted.
the source of the river at that end of the Castle at the foot of the Dabie Mountains, rivers to undertake the lofty spiritual Dabie Mountains, extension sets and wan, and finally to the garden the river confluence.
young, clean water withdrawal, river fish and more, you can see groups of fish swimming in the shuttle. small partners bare tirelessly to toss the body in the river was, carrying home a bunch of fish. catch fish most definitely a move is holding a stick, when the fish in the river to see after him, lost no time in front of the fish under the stick inserted, That a body of water on the muddy, fish, and other clear water withdrawal on a motionless, then, you have aimed at his hands to catch. the village, not many people this ability,
grow up, go back home, to feel how the water is very shallow, not like my childhood to which the river bed of silt over the years may be set, and set up multiple upstream pour motor takes over many years to mention the results. Then, after a number of years, I stand the river, watching the waves the river, suddenly from the perspective of relativity to find a more direct reason, and that is my childhood short stature, I feel deep water, and now I am 170 cm tall and has long been fixed, of course, feel the water on the shallow the.
front of the village to which the river and the village people's daily life. There is no village wells, the villagers eat the small river of water, day dawn every morning, the bridge piece from the village to the river trail If the person will carry water on the back and forth. because the morning the water was not polluted, clear water, one at noon, someone upstream might fishing, put the duck, muddy water. I probably also assume when fourteen-year-old carry water from the heavy, I remember one time, I on the bridge, bending to pressure into the water bucket, ready to put up, the effort is not enough, the body loss of the balance, splash into the river. Since then, my parents rarely let me to carry water out.
tall stone Itabashi river is a good place for women laundry, clothes, waving sticks a hammer, action, skill, sonorous voice has spread to distant, lingering.
summer, night time, the river will have small groups of big man little man in the water bath, adults are also three thousand three hundred twenty-two sitting in the water bath inside edge engaged in small talk, the children in the play water. In the sunset in the composition of a color picture of elegance.
our village and village across the river often war, teenage boys across the river to the other side of the enemy threw another stone, and sometimes our powerful side will be playing across the river opposite to the enemy Baotoushucuan, ran to the village, here the people will follow up the victory, until the holding back from a lot of peaches across the pick up. victory or defeat, and familiar with the famous, but also sometimes the enemy powerful side, playing over and wash the cut in our vegetable garden away in the cucumber, melons and other spoils of war. War is cruel, after all, badly beaten when things happen, beat home the parents have to suffer.
opposite the village there was a boy, long I age, is the other side of the head, cattle often stir up trouble in the river, provoke incidents, there war. He put the other end was sturdy little buffalo instill obedience training, you can from cow to ride on the Mercedes-Benz in the flood, like riding a horse, throwing stones also work in a day, and we are afraid of his third, over the years, this man as my brother in law court.
This war, I glanced left child because, in addition to age, they are smaller than the one two years old, only the match were.
86 in the summer, during the day is dark, rumbling thunder all day, rain pounds stumble. peacetime gentle stream of a sudden a large animal hair, magnificent like the rolling waters of the river watching wave after wave to rise up, and seeing a flood will foothold. villagers panic, braved the rumble of thunder and lightning, find any higher ground to the village, the village behind the transfer, that scene as a Japanese bandit. carrying packages of goods, holding cattle, carrying a child, in droves.
I did not see that such a tragic scene, and later listening to the old rich uncle God Choi Fei Yang speaking at the scene: the village people are gone, even the pigs, cows are all gone and left me one, I am in the village before the village looking for pigs, floods have been in my feet, I'm not afraid, the water rose up, and I hold a door, swim over. Why do not the water is rising. until he comes around give erected thumb, and a look of reverence of the expression so far.
that the flood to the door to step down step by step, and near misses.
hometown river, the rain touch of smoke.
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