I was born in Jiangnan water town. When I was a child, I was naive. I always like to play on the polished blue stone bridge in front of my grandmother's house. When you are tired, look at the green and clear under the bridge.
The river of the car narrows and disappears at the corner where the wall of Baimatou is squeezed out ... The clear river flows slowly, reflecting every household with white walls and black tiles. Unconsciously, a group of white ducks come and croak.
I cried and broke the reflection in the water, and the familiar and sweet children's songs floated to the sky that seemed to be misty and rainy forever ... "A group of ducks swam around under the bridge in front of the door ..."
In this way, my naive childhood was
I spent my time in this quiet and beautiful Jiangnan water town ... it's time to go to school, because my parents are in a big city outside the country, so naturally I went there. I have been studying for several years and have never been back to my grandmother's house. I have adapted to city life.
However, I often see scenes after scenes of me on the stone bridge in my dreams. Grandma's natural air, without any impurities, has the smell of soil and livestock manure mixed with the smell of smoke in the kitchen. The air is clear and warm.
The fresh smell of the river seems to make people yearn for it ... after waking up, I returned to reality, and a sense of helplessness and disappointment came to my mind. I still have to breathe the dirty air of the city and go out to face it.
It's not the clear river and the white horse head wall, but the high-rise buildings and the gray road that turns to the cement forest ... I can't see other birds, but I can only sympathize with those lazy sparrows looking for rarity in the only meadow.
A caterpillar that sustains life ...
So, in the incomparable longing, I embarked on a journey back to my grandmother's house. On the way, I thought how beautiful and peaceful it was ... but when?
I stepped on the stone road in my hometown, and when I looked up, my fantasy was completely shattered. The scene in front of me is very different from what I remember ... the original green and clear river has become smelly and dirty, and red and white plastic bags have followed.
Go shopping as you want, and some even put them on dead fish heads; It turns out that piles of colorful and stinking garbage can be seen everywhere on the smooth and clean bluestone road, and flies and mosquitoes are flying there … everywhere.
Disgusting, it's dirty everywhere ... Even the smooth slate on the stone bridge that accompanied me through my childhood was painted with colorful but abstract "paintings" like modern art by garbage ... The original fresh air was polluted.
The original Baimatou wall became dirty ... only the sky was foggy and raining, but there were fewer pure gray clouds and more thick smoke from the factory chimney ... It turned out that the beauty and tranquility of Jiangnan water town were all gone.
Scattered ... On the contrary, it's a mess now. ...
The sun is hidden under the horizon ... the lights of the houses are on, and the shops are busy ... I slept in a hard bed where I slept and dreamed when I was a child. ...
On the stone bridge paved with bluestone in front of grandma's house, stood a child. He looked at the reflection of people with white walls and black tiles on the green and clear river under the bridge ... Unconsciously, a group of white ducks swam over, quacked and slapped Jiangnan in the water, and children's voices and sweet and familiar children's songs rang out, floating into the sky of Jiangnan, as if it had been misty and rainy. ...
"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam around ..."