Unforgettable old well feelings

The old well was very close to me, just under my window.

The vicissitudes of the years have gone through round after round, and with the sound of the wind and rain of the times, the old well has turned round after round.

The stone wellhead has been baptized by the sun and rain, and has been potholed, and the iron cast wheel has been tempered by friction and rubbing, and has creaked and twisted. The old well is indeed old.

Sitting in front of the window, repeating the same content every day, listening to the same story. The story under the window seems to be always new, and the old people who tell stories under the window seem to always be radiant.

The story of the old well has been a long, long time.

It was a time of severe water shortage, and the old and young people in the village braved the sun and endured hunger and hunger to find water. Thousands of times to dig, a thousand times to fail; thousands of times to fail, thousands of times to dig again. After the wind and rain, after the hardships, a clear splash of water finally bloomed. This is the old well. The old well is not easy to come by, and the old well is a treasure of feng shui.

The elderly grandfather often told the story of the old well, and often told the story of the noble people who were rich in feng shui. The old story is so meaningful to my grandfather, and the old story is so profound and heavy in my heart.

I know that Grandpa's hope is in me.

On a cold and windy morning, snow was flying. I walked out with a bucket of water, and suddenly my grandfather drank: "Go back, you don't have to do this!" Looking out the window, I saw grandpa's thin figure, grandpa next to the old well was walking hard, a cold wind blew through, and several red marks appeared on the back of grandpa's cracked hand... My heart was dripping blood, and my hand clutching the pen shaft was trembling.

Leaning against the old well, I finished reading the pages of white paper and black characters; leaning against the old well, I sent away the sunset and ushered in the morning sun.

When I came to my grandfather with the red acceptance letter, my grandfather who liked it was full of anger, and he grabbed the mineral water in my hand with one hand, threw it into the old well under the window, and said sharply: "Can't drink the water in the old well?!" My eyes were full of grievances, quietly drowning in the bitter water of the old well.

Saying goodbye to the old well, I embarked on my own journey and started a new life. From time to time, I received letters from my grandfather, which was roughly a big change in my hometown, and there was running water, and the water in the old well was bitter, and no one was using it anymore...

The old well is far away from me, but the love of the old well will always exist in my heart, and I will never forget the old well!

Made on November 3, 2000