[Prose] Never exhausted Ball Creek River ‖ Liu Luxi

Never exhausted Ball River

Liu Luxi

When I was very young, this ball of the stream had always existed. It controlled the door of life and death, and also witnessed the transformation of a village, witnessing the clutch and sadness of a group of people.

When the younger ball, the galloped rivers were surging, just like the youthful youth of parents. It contains the dreams of countless young people and flows to a deeper and farther place. At that time, my parents worked with the morning dew every day, and they were accompanied by the stars. They put the countless problems encountered in life in the land, crushed them carefully, and planted them one by one. At that time, it is another vibrant new green.

Sometimes, when my mother is washing clothes by the river, I will step on the stone pier by the river to play with water. I really want to make the grass in the river. Painting spring color. I saw a egret dive down from the bamboo forest and picked up a tail fish in the water to return; I saw a cute little swallow, carrying the sunset, marrying from the sky like a bride to the earth; I saw it. On the roof of every household, a strand of cooking smoke depicts poems and far away. Everything is so beautiful.

I still remember that every summer, the river water is once or twice, and the blood basin will swallow the only small bridge to the outside world. Countless animal bodies float on the water, and the grass and trees are erected by the roots. Why did it grow up suddenly? Why is it suddenly calm? No one knows the answer. Sometimes, people in the village will cross the river with wooden boats. More often, everyone holds hands and crosses the river in the turbulent river water. After so many years, when I dream of returning to my hometown, there is always a scene of stepping on the river. When I woke up, I couldn't distinguish it.

Last year, this small bridge carried countless joy and tears collapsed without warning. At that moment, I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart, as if I couldn't go back to my childhood. I do n’t know when it was built, and I did n’t know what material it used to build. I only know that the life it has helped, and the time that kissed and kissed all remember them one by one.

Today, in the upstream, the government has re -built a tall bridge. The cars come and go, but the small bridge that cannot be used is irreplaceable. It is still the cutest hero in this village.

Sometimes, the river is as sharp as the magic of turning, and the riverbed is exposed, becoming part of the land. A lot of stacks and sand stacked together, unique, making people unable to feel the magical ghost ax of nature. Children who are brave will swim in the middle of the river to play. They stand on the river bed and drink loudly that they are the kings of the river. I was too bold since I was a child, and I could only look at them in the middle of the river, thinking about the sand in the middle of the river and the sand on the shore different? It is probably different. The sand in the middle of the river has a sand with success. I then secretly determined that when I grew up, I must go to the middle of the river. Later, I grew up and never wanted to go. But when I am still in a person, in the depths of my memory, these endless softness feels it out, expose, and taste it.

We will find small fish from the ditch, pick some large leaves on the river, without seasoning, and no container. A group of friends surrounded the fire to pile roast fish, holding the leaves made of the leaves, and happily ate the fish in the outer coke. Talk about some trivial daily life, talk about the shrimp we caught in the field, and was thrown to the pig by my parents. I wonder if the sharp pliers of the shrimp will cut the pig's belly? Talking about whose first -born Mavericks rushed like a crazy on the field. Why can't people just run by people who just born? There are many doubts in the small head melon, but you can't find the channel to solve the confusion. If you ask the adults, they will only drive us away like a fly. They will also talk about the two households to fight for a small soil for two or three days. Every day they have finished their meals. They take a small stool to sit on the field and quarrel between a large field, but they did not compete for a high and low. At that time, in the small head melon, I didn't understand how they scolded without repeating words for three days. I couldn't understand what they used to fight for that little soil. Now when I grow up, I finally understand , All for life. There are fewer and fewer farmers, and land is no longer the object of competition. With the contradiction, I also quarreled on WeChat, but there were more quarrels and less fights.

Since I was in junior high school, I went to study a little bit away, and I slowly started with Ballihe. Once I went home and suddenly found that the clear river water was gone, and the small fish and shrimp were gone. There was only a black water monster in front of the village entrance. The village is incompatible. At that time, I thought, was it old? Or will it disappear with the torrent of history? Later, it was learned that it was polluted, and an inexplicable pain swept the whole body.

I returned from college and became a teacher on the side of the Qiu River. From then on, I took root in Beidou Town. I suddenly found that the river was resurrected. Together with the environmentally friendly plants on both sides of the strait, I held the entire village in my arms, dancing in the morning light, and dreaming in the moonlight. It turned out that it had never been old. It was just disappointed at us at a certain moment. As soon as people's protection, the call of the times exudes the appearance of youth.

This river is ordinary and ordinary, just like tens of millions of rivers in China, but whenever I reach a new place and see a new river, I am thinking that the water in this new river should be the hometown of the hometown.Let's flow over, it has passed through thousands of mountains and rivers to accompany me. No matter how many years have passed, I have been shaping my bones and bones, raising my flesh, and flowing on the emotional land.I got nutrients from the ball and nourished these nutrients to the children.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Liu Luxi (Member of the Zhenba County Writers Association of Zhenba County, Shaanxi Province, good at the production of intangible cultural heritage, publishing "City of Clouds")

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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