What I remember is the empty old camphor tree in the middle of the village, so the ancient well in the village shines brightly in my growing mind, and every time I think about it, it makes people move. The hollow old camphor tree in Laojia Village grows in the middle of Laojia Village, with a diameter of 1.5 meters. When the trunk is about 1.5 meters high, it is divided into two halves, and the leaves are blue all the year round. No one knows her age because there is no book record. But many "authoritative" old people have different views. In fact, when they were young, the old camphor tree was already so big. The reason why they were eloquent and vowed was just because they were old and sold their money. According to the old people in the village, the age of trees varies from 1200 to 4500 years.
Not far from the south of the ancient camphor tree, there is an ancient well in the west of the village, which is ugly, about 1 meter square and more than 4 meters deep. It was built with irregular stones for generations, and the spring water gurgled all the year round, and the overflowing well water flowed outward, bearing the drinking mission of the whole village; The ancient well is cylindrical, and the clear well water reflects the blue sky and white clouds in the sky; At the end of last century, after several repairs, the villagers smeared cement around the well platform, and the bluestone beside the well was polished by the years, and the mottled moss washed away the years of the ancient well; A ditch was built around the well with cobblestone cement, and some small fish and shrimps swam freely against the water. How many years has this well been used? There is no written record. Anyway, grandpa and his grandpa grew up drinking water from this well. "Water is smart because of mountains, and mountains are beautiful because of water". With this well water in Longkeng Village, even if it is remote and poor, the whole village has spirituality.
An ancient well stands in the west of Longkeng Village, and the ancient camphor tree not far from the center of the village constitutes a beautiful scenery along the Zhu Feng Lake. The wind in early summer is blowing in the sand of camphor leaves, and there is only a silent ancient well. No matter how the wind and rain change, it is still silent, as if waiting for a wanderer to return from his hometown. No one knows the history of this ancient well since Pangu created the world. Her silence has made me feel reluctant and deeply attached. Bowing your head, a silent homesickness will follow, just like the leaves of camphor trees falling around you, which is homesickness. Behind the mountain by the lake of Zhu Feng, like an old man with drooping head, he sat by a lonely ancient well and slowly lit the smoke curled up in the four seasons.
Because the storage capacity of Fengzhuhu Reservoir is more than 2,000 mu, the well water in my hometown is inexhaustible forever. In spring, the fog is hazy, and the drizzle falls into the well like a string, like a string song, like a bead splashing and a broken silver well. The villagers walked by the well, carrying plows, driving cows and humming Jiangnan tunes. In the dense rain and fog, it is like an oil painting of "people walking in the painting and poetry flowing in the water". In summer, the south wind stirs slightly, bringing fanatical breath, and the well water is particularly cool and refreshing, which quenches thirst more than the popsicles in the city. In case of drought, many wells have dried up, and the water flowing from the ancient wells in my hometown will not decrease, which can completely solve the drinking water problem of people and animals in the village. As far as I can remember, the ancient well never dried up. In winter, it is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the ground temperature suddenly drops below zero, but the wellhead of the ancient well is steaming. Touch it with your hands, it's warm and warm, and you can also pick well water for cooking, saving some dry wood. Pick a full load for the cow to drink, and the big buffalo can drink a bucket in one breath. As soon as the sun comes out, elder sister and sister-in-law will take off the quilt and take the footbath to the well for sizing. Well water is warm, so it doesn't hurt to wash it. Everyone was joking while washing the quilt, and some even sang "Spring in my hometown is clear and pure" and "Spring jingles". ...
The old camphor tree beside the well witnessed the trip to Qiu Lai in spring, and it was easy to celebrate in cold and hot weather. This well has become the fountain of life in Longkeng Village, Zhu Feng Lake. For hundreds of years, there has been an endless stream of people carrying water in the village. After the old man came with a bucket, he sat on the stone bench under the camphor tree, smoked a pot of dry cigarettes leisurely, and then hung water from the well with his shoulders or rope.
I like watching adults draw water. They tied the bucket with a thick rope and tied a knot. With blue sky and white clouds overhead, they felt a little heavy in the rickety Shui Yang. They grasped the rope tightly with both hands and pulled up the sweet well water inch by inch. The half-year-old boy was carrying the burden. He looked around and waited for a long time to see if there was a girl like a green onion to carry the water. It is common to concentrate on telling a joke. Of course, those young girls are also happy to enjoy the sweetness, standing by and sipping their mouths and watching the man busy. Although he is not the right person, what's the harm? After packing these trivial things, the young man was finally satisfied, picked up a bucket, whistled and disappeared into the alley at the entrance of the village.
I have traveled many places and drunk many brands of mineral water, but I will never forget the sweetness of my hometown. Going home to make tea is a wonderful fragrance; It's sweet to go home and cook. I still remember when I was a child, hundreds of families in the village lived by ancient wells. Every morning, hundreds of buckets creak along the path leading to the ancient well. Carrying water became the most unforgettable memory of my childhood. At that time, grandfathers often carried water by my door. Naughty people will hide behind my grandfather, throw a stone into the bucket secretly, and then run away with a smile. Of course, grandpa's scolding was inevitable in the end, but I am still very happy in retrospect. I don't know if this is my grandfather's kindness or the happiness that Gujing brought to my childhood.
Now every household has dug a well, and now the villagers have ended the history of pumping water from the ancient well, and the ancient well has completed its glorious mission. The history of an ancient well not only reflects the great changes of Zhu Feng Lake in the Spring and Autumn Period! Today, people are still surrounded by wells. The only difference is that women have ended their life of washing clothes by pumping water. Adults say that sometimes water is badly needed, but there are too many people waiting in line to pump well water, which is inconvenient. The times are changing with each passing day, but the ancient well has not been forgotten by people, and it still exists in our hearts. Women do manual work by the well and chat at home; Old people will go to the ancient well to clean; The children are still curious about the mystery in the ancient well.
Gu Jing pinned the feelings of hardworking and simple villagers, and of course also pinned my distant thoughts. She is always so rich. According to my eldest brother, the water in the ancient well is still foggy in winter, which enriches my vitality. She never felt sad, sad for the insurmountable rush in reality, and never felt lonely. Loneliness has brought indifference to technology for many years.
Gu Jing, Gu Jing, I think you are a mirror. You are the root of my life and the cradle of childhood happiness. The ancient well in my hometown, like a generous and simple mother, came from Amb Lee with far-reaching years and stopped at the crossroads where my life must pass. From then on, the dream of spring, the dream of summer and the dream of autumn, accompanied by my tortuous life path, kept trudging and growing, and ran all the way to the distant place in my dream. Hometown wanderer, in the window of years, found a corner to talk to. You see, the muddy path that I used to take has now become a wide cement road.
Gu Jing, Gu Jing, I know you are watching alone, watching the sweetness of Longkeng Village on the lakeside of Zhu Feng for hundreds of years. A wide rural cement road winds around the ancient well, just like an arc drawn from the ancient well; Brand-new cars are parked in the spacious compound. With the sound of the horn, do you also feel the power of the horn for the construction of new countryside?