Hey, this water town in the south is really a mysterious place, and the name Yunyin Village makes people's hearts itch when they hear it.
That place, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and it is as beautiful as a painting, but it hides some secrets that people can't fathom.
The clear water river at the edge of the village, the water is so clear that you can see the stones at the bottom of the river, it flows non-stop all year round, and the people in the village live by fishing, and the life is simple and peaceful.
At the head of our village, there is a fisherman named Li Dahai, who is as strong as a cow, and his skin is as black as charcoal, but his eyes are bright enough to illuminate the night.
The sea is a straightforward man who loves to help, and the people in the village say that he is warm-hearted.
But God always seems to have trouble with him, no matter how hard he works, the harvest of fishing is always pitiful, and the family is so poor that it clangs.
That morning, as soon as the sky was bright, the sea carried fishing nets and stepped on the dew and went to the Bishui River.
It was misty, and the river seemed to be covered with a veil, which was very mysterious.
He was about to cast his net when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound from the river, like thunder, and like some big guy roaring, which frightened people's hearts to beat the drum.
When he saw it, the two big fish in the middle of the river were fighting each other, and the water splashed so high that even the clouds were washed away.
These two fish, one shining golden, like the sun; The other one is black and not slippery, like the night.
They fight so fiercely that every time they bump into each other, they can make big waves, and the birds and fish and shrimp around them are scared away.
When the people in the village heard the movement, they all ran over to see the excitement, and they were all stunned.
Some say that the son of the dragon king is fighting, and some say that it is a test given by the mountain god.
The sea felt a stir in his heart, thinking that this might be a turning point.
When everyone was talking, the sea found that the goldfish seemed to be about to lose, and was chased by the blackfish.
He thought to himself, "If I help the goldfish, maybe I will get a good reward."
When it was too late, he drew his heirloom hunting bow from his waist, mounted the arrow, aimed it at the eye of the black fish, and as soon as he drew the bow, the arrow flew out.
whoosh", and the arrow hit the left eye of the black fish.
The blackfish screamed in pain, and the goldfish took the opportunity to run away and disappeared into the water.
The blackfish spun around the river a few times, and sank unwillingly.
But this good times didn't last long, as Li Dahai's family background became thicker and thicker, people in the village began to mutter.
Some say that he can catch so many good fish, because he provoked the river god and suffered retribution; Others guessed that the goldfish was the mount of the immortals, and Li Dahai helped it and got the immortal qi.
In the face of these gossips, Li Dahai always smiled and said nothing, he knew in his heart that this blessing and misfortune were destined by God, he had to cherish the people in front of him, live a good life, and remember to repay this land and villagers.
As the days passed, Li Dahai's life seemed to be peaceful, but in fact, it was secretly turbulent.
Since then, there has been no shadow of the two giant fish in the Bishui River, but the old people in the village still love to smoke dry tobacco under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, chatting about the legendary story, and their words are full of envy and admiration for Li Dahai.
Li Dahai still gets up early every day and is greedy for darkness, but it is no longer for a livelihood, but he really loves this water and is in awe of this land.
He was often alone, rowing a small boat, swimming slowly on the river, silently grateful to the "golden nobleman" in his heart, and also thinking about how to better repay this land.
But the good times didn't last long, and a sudden disaster broke the tranquility of Yunyin Village.
It was a stormy night, thunder shook the sky, lightning pierced the night sky, the blue water river suddenly rose, and the flood broke the bridge like a mad beast, flooded the ground, and the whole village was in danger.
The villagers panicked and fled in all directions, but Li Dahai stood up and organized a rescue team, using his own boat and rope to save people in the wind and rain.
His figure looked particularly tall under the lightning, and he really became the patron saint in everyone's hearts.
After a night of hard work, the flood receded, but Yunyin Village was already in shambles.
Houses collapsed, land was destroyed, and the villagers faced unprecedented difficulties.
Li Dahai looked at all this, and his heart was mixed.
He knew that the power of one person was limited, and the whole village had to work together.
So, he gathered all the villagers under the big willow tree and held an emergency meeting.
At the meeting, Li Dahai said impassionedly: "Our Yunyin Village has always been a family, sharing difficulties and blessings.
"We're in trouble here, but we can't just admit it.
I propose that we take out all the family foundations, twist them into a rope, repair the house first, and start production.
As for food and clothing, I went out on errands and tried to figure out how to do it.
As soon as Li Dahai said this, the villagers nodded one by one, and their hearts were warm.
They were moved by Li Dahai's energy and responsibility, and they also understood that only by holding together could they get through this difficulty.
Everyone immediately started moving, some repairing houses, some clearing mud, and some began to replant crops and rebuild their homes.
Li Dahai didn't say anything, he led the young men in the village, crossed the mountains and mountains, walked a long way, and went to the town outside to ask for help.
Relying on the connections and fame he had built up outside the home, he quickly got food, clothing, and supplies for reconstruction.
As soon as these treasures were transported back to Yunyin Village, the whole village was happy.
With everyone's concerted efforts, Yunyin Village slowly regained its former spirit.
The newly built houses are sturdy and beautiful, and the fields are revitalized.
What's more, the villagers' hearts have become tighter, and they have learned not to bow their heads in the face of difficulties and to carry them together.
Li Dahai also realized a deeper truth from this disaster.
He understood that the true treasure is not gold and silver treasures, but the cohesion and unity of the human heart.
He began to pay more attention to the education and guidance of the villagers, encouraging everyone to learn new things and new skills, improve themselves, and lay a good foundation for the future of Yunyin Village.
Time flies, and years have passed.
Yunyin Village, under the leadership of Li Dahai, has changed.
Poverty and backwardness in the past have become a thing of the past, and now there is prosperity and prosperity.
The life of the villagers is much better, the children can go to school well, and the whole village is full of hope and vitality.
Li Dahai has also changed from an ordinary fisherman to the leader and spiritual pillar of the village.
His story has been passed down as a good story, inspiring the people of Yunyin Village to rush forward and struggle from generation to generation.
In him, people see courage, wisdom, responsibility, and selfless love, and these qualities are like stars in the sky, illuminating the future of Yunyin Village.
The years are like a song, and the story of Yunyin Village is like the clear water river, which has been flowing and constantly adding new chapters.
Li Dahai is old, but his eyes are still so bright, as if he can see through everything.
He is no longer the fisherman who rows a boat alone, but has become a beacon in the hearts of the villagers, guiding Yunyin Village towards a brighter future.
This year, Yunyin Village ushered in an unprecedented bumper harvest.
The golden rice paddies sway in the wind, the orchards are full of fruit, laughter is constant, and the smoke of every house is fragrant.
The villagers know that all this prosperity is inseparable from Li Dahai's hard work and dedication.
Oh, this is the whole thing, our old sea in Yunyin Village, that is a tough guy, as soon as I heard that he fell ill, the hearts of the people in our village are like ice skates in winter, and they will be broken with a click.
Li Dahai, his body and bones, all these years in the wind and rain, are tired.
As soon as the villagers in our village heard the news, they were in a hurry, and they ran like rabbits, all around the bedside of the old sea, and the watery eyes were all worried and worried about the old sea.
"Uncle Dahai, you have to hold on, we can't live without you in Yunyin Village!
"Brother Dahai, let's all point to you!
Listening to the call of the villagers, Lao Dahai's eyes barely opened a slit, the corners of his mouth squeezed out a smile, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito: "Everyone, I. . .
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I'm fine, don't worry about it.
With you in Yunyin Village, I am very relieved.
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Then, he looked at the young children again: "Children, you are the hope of Yunyin Village.
You must study hard, learn more, and contribute to the village in the future.
In the end, he held his wife's hand, his eyes full of reluctance and guilt: "My wife, you have suffered a lot with me over the years.
I'm gone, you have to take care of yourself, and you have to take care of this home.
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After Lao Dahai said this, it was as if he had completed his last mission, and slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin on the floor, and only the occasional birdsong outside the window broke the silence.
The hearts of the villagers are like the snow in winter, white and cold.
They have lost a leader, and they have lost a loved one.
But they know that the spirit of the old sea will always live in their hearts.
According to Lao Dahai's last wish, the villagers held a beautiful funeral for him.
The whole village wore linen and filial piety to send the old sea on his last journey, and the scene was as if the whole village was crying for him.
After the funeral, the villagers did not indulge in grief, but united more and continued what Lao Haihai had not done.
They erected a monument to Lao Dahai and engraved his deeds on it, so that future generations will always remember this great leader.