Years have given me clear waves, and I have given myself joy.
The river flows eastward into the sea. When I come to my hometown, there are fewer and fewer diversions, such as gathering dragons, which are half clear and half turbid, half light and half salty.
The river is vast and endless, spanning more than ten towns and lying like a coordinate. There is a tower far from the river. The local people know very well that the towering tower is a lighthouse on the ancient sea. Today, the tower is surrounded by a green land and a splendid home, and only the winding river retains the traces of its glory. Higashi Shimizu flow by this time. The water is surging, impacting the sediment and undulating like a blood vessel. The tower body is still strong, and the side of the tower is paved with blue bricks and planted with flowers and plants, which looks antique.
It's like going on a date. For the good part, day and night. All the scenery we passed along the way was good. Birds are singing and flowers are blooming. The wind meets the rain, reflecting the sun and the moon. A section of vegetation, a section of houses, a section of bright and beautiful, a section of quiet. Heaven and earth are clear, and my heart is heroic. If you can't figure out the tributary like a dragnet, gather it together and flow eastward in order.
This river connects with the earth and nourishes it. There are many fish and shrimps and lush water plants. Generations of farmers depend on the river for food. In their spare time, people either fish by punting, or catch shrimps in shrimp cages, or fish leisurely, or directly touch mussels in the water.
The river also alarmed the children in the village. At noon in summer, take advantage of adults' lunch break, choose shade and go straight to the river. The boy was bolder, poking and picking with a long bamboo pole. I wanted to catch a fat fish, but the mud at the bottom of the river was smashed out, and the ripples on the river suddenly spread like flowers. Where are the fish? It's long gone The girls grabbed the green bristlegrass, looked at it happily and smiled.
The river is very noisy during the day, and sometimes ships will pass by. The hull pressure is very low and it rushes out of the waterway. Waterbirds fly over the river and are reflected in the clear water of blue sky and white clouds. Flocks of ducks and geese are hunting in the river. They bend their necks, twist their bodies, fiddle with their feathers and dance elegant water waltzes. Farmland and trees along the river grow well. Peach-pink and willow-green, cauliflower is golden, and wheat, rice and sea are full of vitality under the nourishment of river water.
At dusk, the sun is dark red with shadows, calm and green without waves. The fishing boat ran aground on the shore, and the humid air overflowed bit by bit. Occasionally, one or two birds with white mouths and red mouths pass by the river, and the ripples are like a prelude before the night, overflowing into the hearts of villagers. All kinds of plants along the river are infected with the quietness when the sun goes down. Reed, calamus, reed and long thatch quietly lean together, revealing the hermit's breath again.
At night, the river continues to crawl eastward. Surging waves, whispering in the water. The vegetation has fallen asleep, and the night is peaceful and silent. On a night with stars or bright moon, this river will show its unique charm. The water is clear and quiet, and a ripple lights up and it is cool. Insects are singing in a low voice, and the breeze is blowing through the fields. Houses, haystacks and trees are all black silhouettes.
This river is quietest in winter. It is best to be in the severe winter, when the ice is wrapped in the river for three or nine days, the fish and shrimp are quiet, and the water plants are lonely. Looking around, the river is as calm as a mirror. Throwing a stone can go a long way on the ice.
From noise to silence, from rush to rest, the river has been emitting loving maternal brilliance. Rocks, flowers, trees, birds, animals, fish and shrimp will remember her, and everyone who grew up by the river will remember her!
This river is safe, which is my hometown. It will flow in our hearts forever!
About the author:
Zou, a teacher in Dongtai, Jiangsu. Love reading and traveling. I have written some essays, essays, novels and poems, and won small prizes in the essay competition. My works are scattered in newspapers, WeChat platforms and websites. He has published more than 200 articles in Workers Daily, Farmers Daily, Prose Paradise and Dongtai Daily.
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