A few days ago, I happened to see the big data push to me the book "Moonlight is not light", only read a paragraph, I decided to buy more, and looked forward to it for 2 days, the first day after I received it, I saw more than one o'clock in the middle of the night.
In this way, I don't want to say that I love learning and learning, but purely because this book by Mr. Chen Cang made me empathize with it as soon as it came up. In his simple and sincere words, I seem to see my own childhood, my father and fellow villagers, and the old appearance of the countryside that has been renewed, and the smoke is rising. Although I have different scores with him, the nostalgia of a stranger matches perfectly.
I was born and raised in the countryside, and I grew up with a similar personality to a boy. Picking wild fruits on the mountain with friends of the same age, climbing trees and digging birds' nests, going down to the river in summer to turn over crabs and catch small shrimps, all year round, are busy with nature. When you are older, you should be a little quieter, and only dig some wild vegetables in the field to look for wild fruits. So much so that when I went to junior high school, I had a spiritual feeling, feeling that every forest and river could be used to inhabit my heart without asking for anything.
There is a small river in front of my house, which has always been a source of pride for me. Because the whole village from top to bottom, only the section in front of our house, is a natural large rock, buried deep in the ground, different shapes, layered, in the lush shrubs that naturally grow on both sides of the river, the whole river is natural, winding paths are quiet. At the same time, it is very convenient and practical, compared to the washboard and stepping stones built up by upstream people with stones, it is not convenient, not to mention, every time there is a big flood, you have to find the stone again. In contrast, the people living in the house on our side are simply blessed with laundry and all kinds of things.
For many years, during the summer and summer vacations, I had to walk this river many times a day. I knew the location of any fruit tree by the river, knew which puddle had the most crabs and the largest, and even knew what time or what time it was, which shade would cover which rock, and stepped on the point to go down and wash my clothes coolly.
Our house is very close to the river, with a small slope no more than 50 meters in diameter, separated only by a few rice paddies and a road. Maybe it's because I grew up hearing the sound of flowing water day and night, and whenever I was unhappy, I would go and sit in the river for a while. I have a specific position where I can sit and lie down, and the main thing is that the people on the road are completely invisible. Under your feet are huge and sturdy stones, surrounded by rushing water, and looking at it, it only takes a moment to feel better. Occasionally, when I was really sad or very aggrieved, I would lean my back against the stone, sit with my head buried in my knees, and cry for a while, anyway, under the cover of the flowing water, no one could hear me.
Later, I left home to go to school, or once a month, or half a semester. Every time I come home, greet my parents, put down my luggage, and have a simple chat, I can't wait to go to the river, go to my rock and sit for a while, lie down, lean against the stone, listen to the sound of the water, I will feel that I have really gone home! During the period of going home, I also went to the river as soon as I had nothing to do, looked east and west, which small wild fruit was not prosperous this year, the first tree was washed away by the flood, and the small fish in the river had not been called. As long as my parents can't find me, when they ask each other, the other party's answer is always the same: "In the river!" ”
In about 17 years, the river in the village was renovated, first upstream, and was built into a neat 7-level waterfall, and also made into a tourist attraction. Perhaps due to the problem of project funding, we have not started construction downstream, so I am secretly happy, and I hope that it is best not to move, even if it is a little later. Later, in the summer of '20, my dad sent me a **, and the entire section of the river had been dug up, and the lush shrubs on both sides were almost gone, replaced by neat dams, and all the small stones in the river had been chiseled and flattened, leaving only those huge wholes to survive. And my father, as the leader of the team that personally renovated this section of the river dam, deliberately left me a cement step down the river, and my piece of mine exists like a tree hole and grows up with me in an exclusive position, nowhere to be found, so even if I go down the stairs, can I still go **?