In my memory, the ancient moat is at the end of my hometown. I don't know how many years it has been flowing, but I know that its unchanging legends and songs have been passed down from generation to generation.
I had a vague memory. At that time, every day before dawn, my mother and all the young farmers would be awakened by the captain's gong and go to work in the team sleepily. When they are busy, either the sun reaches their heads or the stars climb high in the sky.
At that time, I was so young that I couldn't even remember what my mother looked like when she was young. I lay in my grandmother's arms all day, looking forward to it from dawn until dark. Like other old people, my grandmother likes to sit by the moat and enjoy the cool. She still remembers the ballad she hummed: "The moat is straight, the moat is curved, and the moat protects our home for our baby;" The walls are long and wide, and the impregnable tower is always safe ... "I only remember that my illiterate grandmother told us a story: the moat at the end of the alley has flowed for nearly a thousand years." And the ancient city wall, under the protection of Yan Zhenqing, is so indestructible that it keeps the rebels out of the city gate. And how my shrewd great-grandfather led the migrant workers, how to reinforce or repair this ancient city wall, and Liu Jiafu got up from then on. .......
We are tired of listening and still don't understand, but we can cater to grandma's telling her those old allusions. Sometimes when you are really tired of listening, you will cover your ears. What do we have to do with the lost history? Looking at the replacement of the sun and the stars, I always feel that my eyelids are "fighting". In those ancient allusions, I went to sleep sweetly, and there was neither an iron horse nor an iron armor in my dream.
Later, we grew legs, just like birds with wings, and we could run to the end of our home lane to see the moat without a head and a tail. I wonder if my grandmother lied to me. Why doesn't she have such a thick wall?
At that time, the moat was really crystal clear. There was a brick bridge on the winding moat. At that time, the bridge was young, guarding the moat like a crazy girl waiting for the right person. On both sides of the river, flowers are red, birds are green and flowers are fragrant. The most beautiful thing is that when the sun sets, standing on the bridge and watching the brilliant sunset on the river is better than a wonderful oil painting!
At that time, people lived in poverty, so poor that there was not even a well in the yard. So much so that, uh-oh-people had to cross the river and bridge with rickety shoulder poles to drink water, and then walk for nearly a kilometer-lined up at the side of that huge sweet well to get water.
Therefore, those women know that it is not easy to get water, and they will never wash it with sweet water. Sweet water means that the nozzle is not salty. Some wells can't drink water because it tastes like sea water. Those big girls and little wives will meet and come to the moat, and everyone will rush to the moat with pots or barrels to wash those colorful clothes. People at that time were so happy somehow. They talked about their families and even told some vulgar jokes.
We couldn't understand what they were saying, but a group of children crowded on the bridge to look at the blue sky against a pool of clear water and exclaimed-Oh, when did the sun and white clouds fall into the water? There are many exciting places in "monkey fishing for the moon", and those older children disdain to interact with us children.
They tied rubber bands to two tall willows on the shore and danced them in an orderly way. Some even sang in a pretentious way: "You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, so I drank a river. At that time, I didn't understand how long the Yangtze River was. I just think that the Yangtze River may be like this moat-there is no end before it, and no end after it.
One or two of us are always opinionated, and when those women are not paying attention, they suddenly throw a stone into the water desperately, splashing like a wall. This stirred up a hornet's nest-attracted the abuse of illiterate aunts, and then laughter lingered over the moat.
After all, we are children, and we go wherever there is danger. At that time, my grandmother had died of illness and my mother had to work. I became her "time bomb", and my helpless mother had to entrust me to my aunt.
My aunt is dull by nature, but the key is that she has three-inch golden feet, walks gracefully like walking on stilts, and is an elderly dancer. Can she catch up with us as fast as flying? She was so angry that her old man would call names: "You little rabbits, be careful that your mother will come back and skin you." When we looked back, she was still wriggling after her. At this time, we have climbed the tall willow tree on the bank of the moat. Oh, the commanding scenery is so beautiful that a gust of wind blows. You don't know how great we were at that time. It seemed that we had become Yan Zhenqing, resisting hordes.
It's a pity that every time I show my hero, the bad result is that my mother gnashes her teeth and twists her thighs, and her cruel mother twists them black and blue. Then mother began to tell ghost stories about the moat, which made you shudder.
Mother always said that the water demon who lived in the river ate whom in which year and which month, just like the story of "wolf coming" has long been ignored. However, a tragedy really made us fear this moat for a long time. At that time, I was about ten years old I remember that the moat really brought water, and the water was rushing and hanging. Mother warned us in fear: "Don't go to the moat again, there are water ghosts in the water to catch children!" " "Afraid that we really didn't go crazy. But the tragedy still happened.
Xiaogang, the neighbor's only son, went to the river to play alone. In the blink of an eye, he somehow slipped into the river and was killed by the hanging Yellow River. His parents almost burst into tears. On the second day after the child was buried, they still opened the small earth grave with their hands-still disappointed, although their fingers oozed blood, and their son never came back. Adults say Xiaogang is beautiful and belongs to the boy, and Guanyin loves him before calling him heaven. I don't know if it's true or not, but I feel the moat at that moment is terrible.
Children are always children, remember to eat without fighting. Shortly after the tragedy, we ran back to the moat, because it was still our unchanging paradise.
Before going to school every day, we tie a rope on the canned bottle and put earthworms or steamed bread in it. You don't know that we live like years-at school, when the bell rings, we are like birds spreading their wings and heading for the moat without looking back. Hehe, when I mentioned that rope, I saw some small fish wandering in the bottle. When we are unlucky, we will harvest some damn tadpoles, and we will shout "Bad luck!" "
Gradually, our living conditions have improved, and people are drilling wells in their own yards. It's just that the water is still salty, and adults should carry it with a rocking pole. At least those girls and kannika nimtragol stopped running to the edge of the city to wash clothes, and the laughter over the moat gradually decreased a lot. Finally, our city has tap water, and the situation of drinking water is completely over. It's just that in our eyes, adults are no longer as close as they used to be when they lined up for water, and they are gradually becoming polite or cautious with each other. It's just that our happiness remains the same, but the small bridge above the moat has become a bit vicissitudes, and those bricks have become old and mottled.
In middle school, we don't have much time to play by the moat. It's just that after a long time, I will go back to the moat, just like kannika nimtragol is homesick.
The scenery here is still the same, the river is green, the branches of weeping willows on both sides are on the water, and the flowers on both sides are still in full bloom; The sunset in the distance is still hiding in the sunset glow, and the river against it is red, just like that unique oil painting. It's just that we no longer have the passion to slide on the thick ice in the cold weather on March 9; No more Yaxing, cheering for my brothers in the hot summer, watching them jump into the water from the bridge like diving warriors and swim freely like fish. A little sad, a little disappointed, a little lost. Is this the price of our growth-when did we lose happiness?
Time flies, and we will be adults in a blink of an eye. Our moat is getting more and more muddy, and the old houses on both sides of the moat have been completely transformed. Only this small bridge is left. Even after years of baptism and vicissitudes, it still sticks here with its back bent.
I remember that on my wedding day, my husband's family hired a trumpeter and a cameraman to play all the way. The Audi car waiting for us had to stop at the other side of the moat because it could not pass through the narrow alley.
In that cold March, I wore a red dress and crossed the bridge that accompanied me to grow up. The willows on both banks have been covered with green clothes, but the banks have not waited for flowers to bloom. The sound of gongs and drums and suona shattered the loneliness over the moat, and people who lived in the downtown area for a long time were packed because of the "rare" scene.
Looking back, I didn't see my parents, and I was a little sad. When I cross the bridge, I really want to lean down and kiss it and say to it, "Dear, I will come to see you, my bridge, my moat."
Time is cruel, and my mother died in the blink of an eye. Since then, old houses, moats and bridges have become my permanent sadness! For almost ten years, I have never been to that place again, although I am still haunted by dreams, although they always come uninvited in dreams.
Finally, I can't stand this kind of lovesickness. Going back to visit the old house, several disappointments are inevitable. When I led my son to my moat again, I was shocked by what I saw-when the muddy water in that pool disappeared, the grass at the bottom of the river was more than one person high, and the wild flowers on both sides were buried by thick garbage. The moat not far away has been filled in. Maybe people in peacetime no longer need it to defend our homeland? I don't know when the tall building has stood on the other side of the moat, but the small bridge is still here to bow and smile, welcome my return and witness all the changes in history!