Lyric Prose by the Waterside 1
As long as I am by the water, I want to stay down. Sitting on the bank of the river with abundant water and grass, embrace the distant sky, the scattered stars, and the meandering light and shadow. Hug them deeply and tightly, and you can't tell the difference between their original quilts. Just drag this small piece of noise into the depths of the water, meditate, sit quietly, or embrace the singing of the water and make a small whirlpool.
All the colors are carried into the heart by the water, all the flashes of light flow in the same world, and every drop of water blooms in silence. When the glamorous noise comes into people's eyes, there are some bustling clinging to the city wall in the heart, and the gaps are full of bones. Only the water flows in the air, with white waves sparkling, leaving behind a thin film, leaving behind a stick that can't lie. brush.
As long as I am by the water, I want to stop down, leave half a blank space, and look at everything that passes by. Because of the background color of my eyes, there are many transparent petals. Lyrical Prose by the Waterside 2
Remembering the interesting things from childhood can always bring people the most knowing smile.
Everyone is growing up and getting older, and everyone has the right to reminisce. However, some people say that recollection is only for older people, but I don’t think so. When you are busy, briefly thinking about your childhood will make people cherish the present even more. Memories, without indulging, should be an enjoyment that is not excessive.
I love water and most activities that rely on water.
When I was a child, I grew up in a village in Jiangxi. A small river meandered through the village. Willow trees or various shrubs sometimes grow along the river, and green onions cover both sides of the bank, adding a lot of mystery to the small river. I especially remember the gentle breeze blowing through the willow branches, and the ripples on the slowly flowing water, which softens the memory of my hometown in my mind. Every time the memory comes up, the feeling of homesickness roars over me.
The river is only twenty meters wide in places, more than ten meters in narrow places, less than two meters deep, and only ankle-deep in places. It is such a small river, but it brings me so much happiness. throughout childhood.
At that time, the ecology was very well protected, or there was no chance of damaging the environment. Except for the occasional spectacular sight of the river swelling out of the river surface during the wet season, the rest of the time it is crystal clear and full of fish.
Since there are fish in front of me, fishing in summer and autumn, and fishing in spring and winter are my most passionate activities. However, there is a certain degree of difficulty in achieving these two things. You know the reason - water is as dangerous as a tiger to every parent, even in an era when brothers and sisters are in groups!
However, even if there were obstacles from parents before and guidance from teachers later, fun is now present. In an era when there are no more games to replace it, playing in the water is an indispensable activity. All the children's IQs are basically used to deal with the obstruction of their parents. You told me not to play in the river. When I was six or seven years old, I would use the excuse that I was going to herd geese and cows. When I was eight or nine years old, I would use the excuse that I was going to carry water for washing. In fact, the parents are well aware of the little kid's little calculations, and they have repeatedly warned them in advance that they cannot play in areas above chest height, and the older ones should watch the younger ones, etc. After mastering the principles, coupled with the fact that he has choked on water and heard some scary and fatal stories, every child knows how to be afraid.
In fact, every time I play in the familiar shallow water area, that section of the river is the most lively playground for every child in the village in summer. We play a game of catch - similar to the police catching a thief, chasing in the water, swimming to the other side as fast as possible, waiting for the chaser to come, then diving into the water from a distance, and then jumping from the other side of the river bank Climbing up, this kind of game allows every child to practice agility in landing and dog paddle swimming. We can repeat the same gameplay multiple times every day and never get tired of it. In such a growing atmosphere, you can find the excitement of your life.
Sometimes, we go fishing with homemade fishing rods. My inspiration and mentor in this regard is my youngest uncle, because I personally saw him easily catch several kilograms of carp and soft-shelled turtle in this small river. The only preparation work to be done was to dig up earthworms, so a few kids set off with fishing rods on their shoulders, and went to the place where my little uncle often went to set the hook. But often the result is little gain. What I enjoy very much is the process of whispering and exchanging experiences or waiting quietly, the excitement when the fish bites the hook, and the joy of returning home with the trophy.
If we had free time and the sun was not too strong, my mother would take us brothers to the waterside activity - fishing for shrimps. This was the only time we were encouraged by adults and personally led. A common sight is that I hold a small net bag in front, my mother holds a larger net bag behind, and my brother follows with a small bucket. Go down to the river and use a net to carefully fish out the soft and thick tree roots and aquatic plants that hang down from the shore to the water. Many small shrimps and fish hiding among them will fall into the net obediently and pick up the debris. The rest are our spoils. Facing these delicious river delicacies, no matter which cooking method my mother uses, it can always satisfy the whole family's appetite. This taste in memory cannot be replaced by any amount of delicacies from mountains and seas.'
As I grew up, it became obvious that I could no longer swim in the river. Our playground was moved to a larger reservoir. But facing the huge body of water, there is always a sense of fear and awe. Especially if you hear rumors that someone has disappeared here or that water ghosts are haunting, you often have to have all your friends get into the water at the same time, and you only dare to swim where you can put your feet on solid ground.
Although my swimming skills have improved to the point where I can cross the river, my happiness is inexplicably less. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown up or because I’m afraid.
Later, I joined the army and after several years of intense training in the inland, I got a chance to be transferred and my relationship with the sea became closer.
Here, I was asked to practice breaststroke with standardized movements, which made me feel as happy as a fish in water. With my basic knowledge of dog-pawing and my hobby, I was soon able to stand out and help my teammates. After swimming in the sea, I realized that there is much more happiness than swimming in fresh water. Especially when swimming in a group, people are not afraid of the vastness and depth of the sea, and will not shrink from the vagaries of the waves. On the contrary, people enjoy this kind of training process very much.
When people reach middle age, they always go to the swimming pool for a dip every weekend, immerse themselves in it, let their body be in close contact with the water body, seamlessly connect with the water, and make themselves look like a fish. Take a dip in it. This kind of fun and experience cannot be found in other sports.
I love water, and water is always with me in my dreams. I always hope that one day I will be able to find my own apartment facing the sea in a place where spring flowers are blooming for the family to live in. There, you can temporarily put aside your worries, let your heart rest and rest, and let your inspiration be nurtured and your ingenuity flash forward. During the day, your eyes are immersed in the vastness where the sea and the sky meet. At night, you fall asleep to the sound of waves. In the morning, you let the chirping of seabirds wake up your laziness. This is a realistic dream for people in an era of material abundance. Even if it fails to be realized, it can still lead one to make unremitting efforts. It is the wind under the wings of the dream bird, allowing the dream to fly farther.