At sunset, after the wind, water waves came layer by layer, without the sparkle in the sun. There are several families by the water. The child muttered sadly on the sign, "No fishing, no fishing!" But I still insist on finding someone to rent a pole for fishing. I haven't seen my friend for a long time. We talked about trifles between classmates. The children picked up stones in boredom and threw them into the reservoir. They tinkle from time to time, and occasionally the noise is louder, which makes me look up in surprise.
Suddenly, the child exclaimed, "Dad, there is something fishing on the water. What is it? " I casually replied: "Osprey!" I didn't remember until I said it. Maybe the answer is wrong. Are there osprey in northern Yunnan? The child happily took my hand and kept pointing to the front, even if it was a tiny black spot, but I couldn't see anything, and my vision dropped badly. The light is a little worse, the distance is a little longer, I can only imagine. Some people say: "The real world is limited, and the imaginary world is infinite." Sometimes, I really want to close my eyes and listen to the voices from the dark world, imagine that everything is beautiful and feel the fear of the unknown world. In my ear, it seems like the sound of a small fish struggling in the long mouth of an underwater hunter, stirring the waves on the water surface, perhaps so small that there is no wave, no struggle, no color and outline ... Looking at the water surface pointed by the child, the dark blue water surface, quietly looking forward to the miracle, waiting for the outbreak of life.
"Fly, fly." The child said excitedly. I looked, and two white waterfowl flew, flying in the sunset and flying around the water. A few minutes later, the two became a ball and flew over our heads. He seemed proud to say to me, "Look carefully, are we osprey or egret?" Looking at the birds that sometimes become "people" and sometimes become lines, I began to feel very casual and ignorant. Perhaps this is God's gift to amblyopia, let beautiful birds come into my sight, and let these beautiful birds stay in my words, just like the agitation in my blood during adolescence.
Birds will eventually get tired and fly out of my sight.
"An old fisherman came back in a boat. He must have a fishing rod. " Look at the so-called ship, that is, a few abandoned oil drums and a few boards, and the paddle is even simpler. Lack of poetry and painting, I think practicality can always replace exquisiteness, and it can always replace the fine products that are paid with heart.
The child dragged me along the rugged gravel road by the water to the fisherman's house. There are still three or four hundred meters away from the hut, dogs are barking, and a few free-range dogs are around to protect the hut. The child who was born afraid of dogs stopped and begged me to ask if there was a fishing rod. Usually greeting strangers is less, so I have courage and a little timidity. The fisherman kindly answered me, "No."
After returning to the dam, I looked at the water. Suddenly, there was a rustle in my ear. I looked up and saw a farmer carrying corn stalks home. In order not to let the corn stalks touch us, he walked very close to the dam on the other side, and the corn stalks rustled against the dam.
Breathing fresh air, in this land, vegetables, wheat seedlings and bean seedlings grow in the cold ... everything grows in the sunset, maybe talking to our middle-aged people. Although youth has passed away, there is still hope to grow in the winter sunset.