introduction
Separated from his hometown for many years, I miss it very much.
The mountain, the water, the man, the path stretching out of the river in front of the door, often appeared in front of the eyes and in dreams, and they did not finish their minds in the midst of pity, but they disappeared in a trance.
It's time to go back to my hometown. Before the trip, I still wrote out the childhood experience in my heart to comfort the loneliness that lacked the hometown sound and the nourishment of nostalgia. Let's take these incoherent sighs as an introduction.
I was born in a small mountain village with mountains and water, and a small river of springs flows through the village, naturally dividing the whole village into east and west.
At the source of the river is a small well less than a meter deep, and there are fish in the well.
The small well was made of large, unknown and irregular stones, and it did not take much effort to build it. The collocation between the stones is very casual, the whole well wall is not more than eight meters high, inside and outside, horizontal and vertical are not in line, between the exposed stones, there is no tight connection to speak of, and gaps can be seen everywhere.
There are fish in the well, and there are not many of them, only three or five. The big ones are as long as the rulers used by elementary school students, and the small ones are like knives that sharpen pens, all of which are fat and fat, gray backs and white bellies, and are cute.
These fish are not afraid of people. Approaching the well, its swimming will not be disturbed at all, calm and calm, strolling leisurely. Strangely, sometimes I can't see them, and I don't know where I hid in the well.
The fish in the well cannot be moved by anyone. Friends, without exception, have been warned by adults. As for why, when I was a child, I didn't know why I asked, and when I grew up, I forgot to ask why. At that time, the strangest thing in my heart was why these fish were always so few, why didn't they run. I vaguely remember asking adults, but I forgot the answer.
The river is not wide, and it is covered with green willows
There is always so much water in the well, two inches above the ground, there is a man-made stone gap, the water flows out, and gradually spreads, forming a 3 or 4 meters wide channel, the speed is not slow or urgent.
Since I can remember, the river has been full of willow trees, as thin as a childhood arm, thick enough to be hugged by several friends. The best thing about these willow trees is the roots, which are red and watery, intertwined, extending from the roots of the tree, digging into the water and disappearing.
There are many pebbles in the river
The whole river is not smooth, it is covered with pebbles, some large and some small. The same thing is that no matter how big or small, they have lost their edges and corners, as if they have been roughly polished. The difference is that the small ones are mostly immersed in the water or cling to one side of the large chunk, hung with moss. The large lower half is hidden in the water, and the upper half stands tall on the surface of the water, slightly obtrusive.
This small river, just in the middle of the village, around this small river, there are also one story after another, the protagonist of course, there are children, but also adults.
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