My home is in a mountain nest called Lotus Pond Chong, surrounded by overlapping emerald green mountains, especially the Houshan Daling, which is said to be one of the seventy-two peaks of Nanyue Heng Mountain, with lush forests and towering clouds, and the mountains are full of flowers and flowing springs all year round.
There must be good water in the mountains, and at the foot of the mountain not far from my home, there is an old well with a sense of age, which has nurtured the lotus pond chong people for generations.
There are more than a dozen households and nearly a hundred people in Lotus Pond Chong, and the old well is on the side of the road under the mouth of the punching mouth, and it is in the position of full chong. To the left of the old well is a vast field, and on the upper right is a dense green bamboo forest, where there is a paradise for birds, a paradise for frogs, the sky is just bright, countless unknown birds are competing to sing, as soon as the sky is dark, the frogs take over the birds and continue the concert with great effort...
The perimeter of the old well is a large open field paved with hemp stone, which is a good place for children to play, and the area of the well in the middle is not large, like a square with a side length of about one meter, roughly more than a meter deep, and it is also made of hemp stone. An opening is opened in the lower left corner of the well, and after the overflowing water flows out of the mouth, it flows into the ditch along a chiseled trough to form a stream that never dries up and then joins the river downstream.
The water in the old well is very clear, the sand and gravel at the bottom of the well can be counted, the small fish are scurrying in between, playing and chasing, so leisurely, the moss on the well wall is delicate, the flocks of small shrimp are hidden in the moss, suddenly bouncing high, and quickly drilling into the moss bush, reaching out gently, and in a short while you can catch a big bunch...
The well water is sweet and cold. In the middle of summer, the fire is hot, the sun is scorching, and even the exhaled air is permeated with hot air, and the well water has become the best medicine for the villagers to relieve the heat. A bunch of well water to drink, the sweet and cool that goes straight to the bottom of the heart, makes people refreshed, tired, better than ice water.
The boys in our village all like to swim in the river and the pond, but generally dare not wash it directly with well water.
In order to show the arrogance, one day, a few and a half of us met at the well, one by one stripped naked, each carrying a bucket of water, slamming his head down, "Ah" screams, only felt as if falling into the ice cellar, cold, cold into the bone marrow ...
We poured on each other, poured, poured, laughed, made a fuss, shouted... The sound of joy resounded throughout the nest...
After that, there were several vomiting and diarrhea, fever and cold, and were scolded by their parents for many days...
In winter, the snowflakes are cold and frozen, but the air above the old well is steaming, and the well water is warm and comfortable, so the well side has become a place where everyone gathers. Adults are busy digging rice and washing vegetables and washing clothes, big girls and little daughters-in-law wash their hair and wash their faces with well water, children chase and fight around the well, all day long, very lively...
Sometimes the year is not good, when there is a drought, the ponds and weirs are dry everywhere, the river is cut off, and it is difficult for people and animals to drink water, but the old well is still the same as in the past, not only continuously flowing, but also so clear, the amount of water is still so large, not hurried, slowly flowing, the fish and shrimp in the well are still so leisurely swimming, comfortable...
Later, like many villagers, I also moved to the city to live, and gradually, the hometown became a timeless painting, and the old well became a sincere poem...
Watching the people around me achieve fame one by one, listening to the legend that the villagers have become big bosses one by one, I am vaguely a little lost, a poor, ordinary primary school teacher, I dare not dream of returning to my hometown...
However, the longer you leave, the stronger the homesickness, the thicker it becomes the misty rain in Jiangnan, the scattered wind, the smoke, just like the tea fragrance is leisurely, the flower fragrance pulses, the fog is heavy, can not be driven away, can not be waved, can not be dissolved...
One day last summer, I plucked up the courage to return to my hometown after a long absence, and once again saw the kind old well. There was no one by the old well, the surrounding area was covered with green weeds, only a flock of birds and finches were chirping and singing, and when they saw me, they fled in horror to the bamboo forest above, and their cries were full of dissatisfaction and reproach, as if they were extremely unwelcome to visit me as an uninvited guest...
No wonder, the birds and finches only know the lively, naughty teenager, where do they recognize me, a heavy old, dusty stranger!
With a little loneliness and loneliness, a little bit of cold and desolate old well, do you remember me? I haven't forgotten you for a moment!" Twenty years of north and south drifting zero, twenty years of Nanke a dream, I am like a kite, flying high, flying farther, old well, you are that long line...
I couldn't wait to run over, I couldn't wait to lie down to the edge of the well, I couldn't wait to pick up a bunch of well water...
Ah, still so sweet, still so refreshing, still so familiar...
Well water, please wash away the vicissitudes of my face, full of wandering tiredness, full of nostalgia and lovesickness...
Sitting on the edge of the well, looking at the continuous flow of well water, my heart suddenly opened up: the sweet fragrance of the fruit, the richness of the flowers, the grandeur of the sea, the silence of the mountains, perhaps, I can't live vigorously, the fame is far and wide, but I can also be like the old well, let go of utilitarianism, have nothing to do with the wind and moon, let it be red dust and hustle, time changes, let it rise and fall, flowers bloom, cling to the holiness and tranquility of the heart, silently water the earth, nourish life, not also have their own wonderful, Isn't there no regret about your choice...
Waving goodbye to the old well, I smiled and looked back at the sunset dots in the west, the mountains smeared with clouds, only to feel that the clouds were light and breezy, the steps were light, the heart was quiet and peaceful, and a clear...
Let the years overflow with light, my heart is at peace... Old well, old well, you moisturize me again...
