Children in the mountains are good at running on rough mountain roads, and children who grow up by the river also have a customized specialty - swimming. Unlike children who learn to swim in the city, they have to hire a full-time coach for long-term training. They all have to start with breaststroke. Subconsciously, summer is coming, and swimming is like having to find a few friends of the same age to "go crazy" every day. One by one, they went into the water bare-buttocked, "Flutter! thump! Jump from the shore to the crystal clear river, one by one. One by one, they watched, one by one, and fell into the water one by one, without teaching, just watching and trying.
Knowing physical water, I remember it came from one summer. When the dazzling sunset froze in the west, when mosquitoes were raging, my parents would eagerly pull me with a sweaty head. Taking a bath, as if this is a "duty" that they must perform every day. I was particularly afraid that my parents would rub the gray layers of my neck or armpits. Sometimes the pain is so painful, but I never get proper release. In fact, I want to take a bath every day and go into the river toss it for a while. Before I was familiar with the water, I often took my home bathtub to the river to accompany it, like the "followers" floating behind the backs of people who swim now. The child sat in a bathtub of less than 0.6 square meters, seemingly carefully crossing the river, but when he reached the middle of the river, he was "swinging in place". Have the kids look at his water, then raise his hand high above the water and "bump" toward the shore on the surface of the water. At that time, the dream and ultimate goal was simple, to be like them, to become a good swimmer.
As we get older, the objects in front of us get smaller, but there's one thing that really grows in vision, and as growing children walk across the river, the old bathtub can't adapt to the river. When summer comes, people often use it as a means of transportation on both sides of the riverbank. When the diamond horn is ripe, it is the most suitable picking tool. Every few days, Mom would sit on a small stool at the end of the cradle. Gently pick up the ripe water chestnut under the water chestnut and throw it into the medicine basin behind you, which slowly moves forward in the water, leaving a gradually closed "river channel" on the surface of the water filled with water.
It's not long, and it makes people think about it for a long time. In the daily weather forecast panorama, the rooster is printed with a period of rain that stretches from the stomach to the abdomen. Information about landslides, flood discharges, disaster relief, etc. is constantly changing... The rain in the sky is still falling, and there is no sign of stopping. Looking up at the sky in the crevices, the light that could not penetrate the clouds was refracted, forming gray patches.