There are two old wells in the village, and I learned from my parents that they had them before they were born.
After careful calculation, I am afraid that it has a history of hundreds of years.
One in the south of the village and one in the north of the village.
When I was a child, I often took a bucket to the north of the village to fetch water. The well water is sweet and delicious, especially when you're just beating it.
In the summer, friends always love to chase and fight in the village, catch cicadas in trees, and touch fish and catch crabs in the river.
When you're tired of playing, you'll flock to the well to drink water. Scoop a spoonful from the well and drink it all. The coolness from the throat to the soles of the feet is breathtaking.
Mom also likes to cook with well water.
Rice is self-grown rice, vegetables are vegetables that you have not taken medicine, plus firewood picked from the mountains,
I always have three or four bowls of rice with a small belly.
Adults in every household are accustomed to placing watermelons in small pools of water flowing from wells in the summer. Because a lot of people draw water from a well, no one puts it straight into the well.
After dinner, they would cut watermelons at the well and eat a few pieces of watermelon with others.
Therefore, in the summer, there is a little more watermelon aroma.
After going out to study, I rarely go to the well again. To this day, I have never drunk such sweet well water as A child, or a piece of watermelon with a summer fragrance.
So he took advantage of the recent free time and took the bucket to the well.
When I arrived, I did.
In the past, the edge of the well of the bluestone slab had been covered with cement, and the well water no longer came out slowly, like a pool of stagnant water.
Look closely, there are still green aquatic grasses in the well, and when I was a child, I always thought of catching a few clear water fish in the well, but I was gone.
The duckweed on the surface of the water began to pile up, making people no longer able to rise to the heroism of drinking a large spoonful.
Standing by the well, I don't feel any coolness. In the past, just passing by could make people feel refreshed!
There were thousands of sensations in my heart, and only a heavy sigh in my mouth.
Looking back, even in winter, the well was still crowded. In winter, men, women and children like to wash clothes here and pull together.
You don't have to be afraid of it as bone-chilling as summer. Just look at the white gas at the wellhead and you can feel the warmth.
With it, washing clothes in winter is not painful.
With a fluke in his heart, he rushed to another well. I look forward to it still being like childhood.
When you arrive, you will see the cement walls of the wellhead and the wooden planks covered by the wellhead, which finally breaks the illusion.
I could only see the bottom of the well through the gap between the planks.
There's still water in there, and it's not dry yet!
The surface of the water reflected bright crevices, as if expecting a patio cover to be opened, and the villagers who had gone out came back, laughing and drawing water from buckets.
The two wells are still trying to bubble up and refuse to dry up. They were still waiting where they were, expecting. Expecting the cool chilled watermelon at the well, the children who are competing for water ,...... Laughter.
The old man went west, the green mountains were still the same, and the water in the world flowed for a long time.
I think there will be such a day.
