Autumn winds, river mussels fat!
At the turn of autumn and summer, the sun scorches the earth, the weather is still hot at noon, and the tiger power of hot summer is still there! At that time, there was no electric fan, let alone air conditioning, fortunately, the walls of the house were adobe, with wheat grass on it, warm in winter and cool in summer, plus window to door, a trace of cool wind came in, cool a lot.
When Grandpa ate, he always held chopsticks in one hand and a fan in the other, eating and shaking, shaking and eating, and complaining about this autumn tiger from time to time. Grandma always had an old towel hanging around her neck, the towel could no longer see any color, it was soaked wet by Grandma's sweat, as long as it was twisted, the water rushed down. A few of us little children, naked and wearing torn pants, sat on a small three-legged bench drinking black salty porridge, beads of sweat running down our cheeks and down our slumped bellies into the elastic bands of our pants.
Just after eating, a few good friends came, and everyone made an appointment to touch the river mussels. The adults said a few words of caution perfunctorily, there are so many children, everyone will be water, what are you afraid of? Each of us carried an old washbasin with porcelain in our hands, and we all wiped the sweat from our foreheads while giggling and headed straight for the Big Weir River in front of us.
The water of the Dayan River is clear and clear enough that people can't help but hold a few handfuls of drinks. The friends first took off their torn pants and hung them on the small locust tree by the river, the black oil was bright like a happy loach, and everyone first patted their stomachs and foreheads with the river water on the dock, and then began to go down into the river.
Those who are timid and not very watery, they are close to the river and touched. My brother a few of them just can dog planing, just touch by the river, the river mussels here are small, are small mussels, brother they follow the river mussels to move the crooked footprints, effortlessly, just hide in the shallow mud of the river mussels out, by the way in the not shallow and not deep place to practice swimming, they straighten the small head, nervous and funny look is always made fun of by us.
A few of us have good water, let's have a few small games first. Than treading water, see who can lift things across the river first; faster than swimming, everyone swims like a fly, like a white strip in the waves, scrambling; when swimming tired, they sleep on their backs on the surface of the water, expose their belly to the surface of the water, do not move their hands and feet, quietly look at the blue sky and white clouds, have some fun! A few of us are disdainful of touching on the side, not only the river mussels are too small, but also the locust stinging people, the circling bulls on the top of the head are also very annoying, and more importantly, there are big river mussels near the center of the river, we call it "big flying pigeons", and the big estimate is several pounds. Taller, first use your feet to swim to the river mussel, and then dive down to touch it; there is a fierce man who plunges into the water, his hand is in the river mud, and the adults on the shore can know where we are touching, because where we have touched, there are bubbles that have turned to the surface of the water, where they stopped, they are touching a large river mussel, sometimes they will touch the prawns and thorns, and they happen to hold the carp and silver carp, they have great strength, most of them have run away.
A few of us shuttled back and forth in the water, churning up and down, and after a while we touched a basin full of mussels, pushed the basin full of river mussels to the dockside, and continued to swim back into the river.
It wasn't until the sun was westward, the eyes were red, and the hands were white, that everyone called on the brothers to go ashore, put on their pants, carry the booty, and go home happily.
Decades have passed, the Dayan River has widened, there are more boats coming and going, but there are no children who touch the mussels in the river, I heard that the children are swimming in the shallow swimming pool in the city, and the natural swimming pool of nature, the Dayan River, has come to an end in loneliness...
