On the weekend, waking up from a confused sleep, my mind is still a little groggy, lying on the bed, opening my heavy eyes, some lazy emotions, like soft cotton wool, very warm. However, when we got up, we found that the sun had shone high in the sky, the thick fog in the morning had long since dissipated, and the rainy and cold weather that had been accompanying us from our hometown to Wuxian county after the Spring Festival finally saw the back of their departure.
Simply get up and go out for a walk alone.
It is still the same road (No. 3) bus, still in the old location of the county town. It's just that the platform doesn't have a sign for the platform, just a big alley. Maybe there were more people coming in and out of there, so the place became a platform by default.
When I crossed the big alley at the intersection of the bus, I still turned a corner, crossed a small alley, and came to the door of the only small Christian church in WuXian Again. The two ends of the church gate and the new Spring Festival league above are still pasted on it, and the golden characters, printed on the fiery red rice paper, seem to have a strong Spring Festival atmosphere, and the church door is still tightly closed at this moment. Standing in front of the door and looking at the inside, two long rows of houses, high tower clocks, looking clean, neat and tidy. I just didn't see anyone in the church, although the grass in the church yard was already green and the flowers were bright red, but the whole yard still looked cold and clear.
After all, this is not the country where Christ prevails, not to mention that the strong Spring Festival atmosphere has not completely faded, and the red lanterns under the houses on both sides of the alley are still hanging high, under the background of this atmosphere, it is slightly lonely at the moment. After watching in front of the church for a while, I turned and left, returned to the street from the small alley, and continued to walk in the direction of the "old friend" I had not visited for a long time, Lingshui Lake.
Stepping out of the alleys of the residential area, the cement and steel bars are getting farther and farther away, and the natural scenery is getting thicker and stronger. The rape flowers in the rape flower field have bloomed, a piece of gold makes people can't help but shine, and several teacher-like people are stepping on the green and wind in the rape flower. One by one, they faded the thick down jackets of winter and put on fashionable clothes that belonged to spring. With thick eyes and books in their arms, they laughed freely among the flowers, posing in various poses and taking photos with the golden flowers.
On the side of the road, the grass is green, but in some places it is covered with a whole white, and within the walls, in the lush woods of Lingshui Park, the birds have already begun to cheer and cheer. The students who were on Sunday off also came out, or in pairs, wearing blue and white uniforms, or walking on the side of the road with bicycles, or sitting on the grass on the side of the road on the third of March, talking freely, but it was also a pleasant look. The warm sunlight shines on them, and they are like small sprouts, growing strongly in the sun-drenched spring day. Looking at those clear eyes, I think of myself who has been in the society for seven or eight years, but I don't know my eyes, and I can still have a little bit of clarity on campus.
However, this is life, this is growth, and this is also the principle under Tianyu. I only hope that in the process of growing up, I can become more and more contemptuous, more and more able to have a clear mood, and not be too bound by the world's conventional thoughts and disputes.
Unconsciously, I came to the stream in the lower reaches of Lingshui Lake, and I thought that I would see the pool of Qingling that fascinated me again, and I was unconsciously excited. Before reaching the stream, the sound of babbling water came from the deep stream to the ear, and the sound, some distant, seemed to be nearby. How could the nearby residents waste this rare good time, and they also came to the river in pairs, carrying their clothes and wearing their local simple and unique clothes, from the steep steps on the side of the road to the water's edge. However, I think the group of people who had just arrived at the stream must have arrived a little late.
unbelief? Listen, from the stream there is already the sound of clanging and pounding, and the sound of clothes falling from the water. In the stream, there is already a scene that is not bustling. Standing on the bridge hidden by an unknown old tree, looking at the stream, sure enough, many people were already washing their clothes in the stream. The water in the stream is still so green, and the people who wash their clothes in the water wear long boots, red, yellow, and blue, which set off the charm of this stream! People who wash clothes also have various postures in the water, some step on the stone steps immersed in the water, just submerging the water of the calves, and some crouch on the shore and put the washed clothes on the steps at the water's edge. Each one of them seemed so happy and busy, and in the whole stream, there was only the sound of water and laughter, like a cheerful spring symphony.
Of course, as I saw last year, there are no more people who wash their clothes in the water and suddenly become interested, put their clothes on the shore, and then swim up the creek, perhaps just out of the winter cold, or maybe for other reasons. But I also saw a beautiful scene: a young girl was standing on the stone steps in the water, with her head bowed and washing her long hair, she was bending over, her blue and black hair was pouring into the water like a waterfall, and the graceful figure, like an elf in the water, reflected the spirit of this stream.
After all, I still couldn't help but go down the stairs next to me, but the girl had already washed her hair and was wringing her hair out and coiling it up. When the girl casually looked at me on the other side, she smiled at me, a stranger from a foreign land, and the smile was very beautiful, and then she lifted the bucket of clothes next to her and picked up the steps. I, on the other hand, stood alone next to the dock, looking at the floating green of the stream, lapping at the embankment, while my reflection was also shaking in the water. Looking at it for a long time, it seemed to have the illusion of being hypnotized, and the bright green in the stream seemed to float in front of his eyes, and he seemed to be immersed in the spring water of this stream. At this time, a middle-aged woman next to me reminded me, and I came back from that kind of trance.
I stood on the shore, but she told me something in her native dialect, and I couldn't understand it at all.
I was embarrassed not to say that I didn't understand, but just silently looked at her and smiled, she nodded at me and smiled, then went down into the water in her boots, took out the clothes in the bucket, washed the bucket, and bent down to start washing clothes.
Looking at the scene of her going into the water, I couldn't help but wonder about the water temperature here. After all, I still put my hand into the water, and the unhurried flow of water hit my palm, but I also found that the water was still as warm as ever, not as cold as expected.
Think about it, but it is finally worthy of the name of "Spirit Water", the three major thermostatic water springs in the country.