Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Mind Baishajing (sound)

...... (Election)

There are two wells in my hometown, which depend on the foot of the mountain, less than two meters long, and more than one meter wide. One adult is so deep. Usually, we throw the wooden barrel directly into the well. A barrel. Like this Baisha well, a bite of the well can only be surrounded by three people, and the larger water scoop cannot be put in, which is strange. What is even more strange is that such a pocket Baisha well "flows but does not make a long time", even if you keep scooping, the water in the well will not dry up; Will not overflow. Does it look like a legendary cornucopia? One of the four famous springs in China is really not blowing.

Today's Baisha well is not just a few wells. It has become a cultural and leisure park earlier. There is a huge archway at the door. Dance, there are old and young on the platform, and four people are kicking dumplings. There are towering trees around, and the type of the sky cannot be seen through the sky. There are five stone tables under the tree. There are people playing playing cards every moment.

Because of Baisha well, there are many tea houses and tea houses on Baisha Road. My classmate in Beijing came here. We must go to Baisha Road to drink tea. We talked for a long time in a library. The dumpling shop opposite Baisha well is small and famous.

The cold noodles in a residential building have a different taste. If it is not the "ashes" food in Baisha Road, it is difficult to find this shop.

A flour restaurant on the side of Chengnan Road is regarded as an old "net red" on this street. There are more than a dozen types of noodles. The water used every day is specially picked from Baisha well. The pink inside is full of the charm of old Changsha.

Recently, I was performing a house changing plan. I found a good look at the old house. I was next to the new village of Chigangchong Bus. When it was done, I would move it. Not far. "I discussed with my wife.

Starting from Chigang, walking from Chigang, walking through the road of labor, crossing Dongtang and Houjiatang, and turning to the slope right at the Helong Stadium, about five kilometers, it is really not far away.

In fact, I want to come farther. Every time I step on the wet hemp beside the white sand well, I think of the well in my hometown of the village. The bluestone slabs on the road are always wet. The watermarks are winding and twisted to every household, and the winding twists and turns to my heart.

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