? Luo Hao
The pond in front of the door, like a piece of jasper, vaguely flashed in my memory of my hometown Pangliu Village.
All winter, the wind is full, released from the big pocket of the sky, blowing the earth wantonly. Snow covered the ground in the distance, silvery white and dazzling. The pond is dressed in cold green armor, like a warrior lying in front of my door, or a weak and weary through illness Wolong, frozen silently, resting, as if falling asleep, but I know that she is not asleep yet.
Several children stepped on the ice and knocked on the ice, breaking the silence of the village. The whole pond stared at the sky with frozen dark green eyes, waiting for the warm spring. The birds have stored their food and returned to their nests. The family snuggled up to keep warm and closed the door. Around the pond, there are only livid trees. They stared at each other, their naked trunks still proud and strong. Snow fell quietly, covering thousands of miles. When it snows, grandma will take our brother and sister with shovels and brooms to shovel and sweep the snow, and often clean the yard to keep the road in front of the door clear. With the bare ground around, the pond is more focused and eye-catching.
Spring comes as scheduled, and nature is full of laughter. Algae bloomed enthusiastically in advance and turned into a pool of jasper. Ducks break the ice floating on the water, sheep wander around, happily stirring the ripples, croaking and expressing Chun Qing. The white goose with a long neck became proud unconsciously, and the red crown on the top of the goose swayed in this large piece of green, which was more eye-catching and gorgeous. When the sun is at its best, if you are lucky enough, you will find the old turtle hiding in the mud of the pond drilling out of the water and lying on the south bank in the sun leisurely. Poplar trees around those ponds are covered with pimples, and new buds are sprouting, oily and tender. The old branches of the buttonwood trees on the shore have fallen off, and the new leaves have opened the sky, bringing the green of spring. Those unknown flowers and weeds gathered around the pool in the blink of an eye, spelling a color and joking. The water in the pool is very clear and has a faint light. Village women in twos and threes are squatting on the edge of bluestone in Tangkou, and their parents are washing clothes with short sticks. The whole pond was propped up by the warm rose sun, and the golden light rippled in the breeze. At this time, the pond is like a girl who falls in love with spring, pure, fresh and full of youthful vitality.
Frogs in midsummer are the end of a hot day.
The cool breeze sends each other, and fireflies gather on the wall of the pool, giving off faint green light, which casts a mysterious color on the night. At that time, we sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air, and the breeze was Xu Lai. At night, the pond became dark. Only the chorus of frogs and the splash that jumps into the pond from time to time increase the depth of the pond. Then, this day will break the depth again.
Life is rhythmic, green dragonflies are teenagers' favorite, and small helicopters hover around the pond. At this time, children throw down their schoolbags after school, or catch a flying gnat at the pond to catch frogs, or tie a wire ring with bamboo poles, and then stick a spider web around the pond to catch dragonflies, which will throw their wings into the net. This is the happiest game that partners played when they were young. And those adults who can't stand the heat and children who love to swim in the water also go into the water to relieve the heat. They are good at swimming and can hold their breath. They dived into the water like torpedoes and reached the other side like fart bubbles, winning applause from onlookers.
The most beautiful thing is the rainy season, with dense rain coming. The pond rises with the autumn water and falls with the pearl jade. At this time, the pond was replaced by thin bones, just like a plump young woman wearing a blue tulle. A group of friends chased each other, rolled up their trouser legs, picked ditches barefoot to draw water, and the accumulated water gurgled into the pond with yellow mud. The children are noisy and intoxicated with the joy of water control.
I can't forget the pond in front of my hometown. Years have chiseled her into a piece of jasper, which is deeply collected in my mind. She is a landscape, she has spirituality, gathers the spirit of a village, and is a mirror of the village spirit; She is bright and clear, she is the eyes looking around in the village. She is a regulator of air humidity in the village, a playground for children, a water source to moisten crops in dry days, and a reservoir to absorb rainwater in wet seasons.
Several years later, when I stood in front of my hometown again, the pond that once haunted me was now full of garbage. The past is gone. The clear jade pond is like an old friend buried. I can't find a holy jasper in my childhood, white geese, yellow ducks, dragonflies and green ripples that used to play happily. ......
The thick green is finally gone. When the pond died, the soul and spirit of the village died. So what's left? I can only mourn some beautiful memories with this sour heart and incomplete fragments!
Chihiro pool is not here today, Jasper Dream Pool.
Luo Hao, also known as Luo Ruhao,1born in June, 1978, was born in Chang 'an, Shaanxi. Committed to the research and creation of Ci Fu, his work "Ode to the Yellow Emperor in Xuanyuan Wuzi Qingming (2008)" won the second prize in the global collection of "Ode to the Yellow Emperor in Xuanyuan Wuzi Qingming (2008)"; His work "He Da Fu" (Han Fu) won the special prize of "Walking into Beijing 2008 China Prose Tour" literary competition sponsored by China Prose Society.
Published monographs Fu Qin (Wired Bookstore) and Luo Hao Wen Fu? Excerpts from famous works (Shanghai Culture Publishing House), etc. , collected by the National Library. Lu Xun College of Literature, Chinese Writers Association; Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Institute, China Academy of Fine Arts; postgraduate in calligraphy. He is now a member of the Poetry Branch of the National Public Security Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the China Prose Society, the Shaanxi Writers Association, the Shaanxi Calligraphers Association, the Shaanxi Artists Association, the Shaanxi Musicians Association and the Shaanxi Literary Critics Association.