Grandma did not name the pond in front of the township are used to call it "River." This "river" east-west and greenery such as the moon looks like. Grandma in its sodu and therefore I called it a "Nishikawa Bang," On the contrary the east while others called the "East River Head", is born of the names Bangshui door. My family was also not far from the maternal grandmother, 3,5 minutes way, in fact 20 years ago are all run with a vegetable production team boundaries children. Because of this, slide a Waner to grandma, to me it is all too easy to develop the habit of this reason that this pond, to use an up to date and to say - it became my journey inside the first 10 years of a "sign of "Landscape.
One in 80 years previously, this "river" Zhuang Huren right here at home what it means, probably had the most feelings of women. The water was clean, and every household carrying water, Tao Mi, washing dishes, laundry and so on, almost all of the "river" side to. In the dock of the water, there are several places down the pile, a length of wood, a pick in the water, nail in the pile, on a fixed on the shore, is called "code hopping children", specifically for use in washing Huan's . There in front of such a grandmother. As a small child with his mother likes to go, nothing too much impression, and remember that is because I am small, only in my grandmother standing height; there is a 35 women squat on the hop yards child on the side of the hand on the busy, while talking about everyday matters, talked and laughed, very lively scene.
Go to school, they began to will to do household chores, including washing dishes Taomi is my regular subjects. I would be happy to go, why? First, they can take in the waterside Shuazai, fold a paper boat floating arrest is only the placement of the water ant the like; 2 to be the way to grandmother there, and Xiao Jiu, Xiaoyi crazy moment, against what turned out to me Grandma The delicious Wanyi Er. To say I am not diligent, but because of these happy call, I've been willing to do that circus bear, each Ganhuo have maintained a high enthusiasm.
Of course, my career is not limited to labor, and the soon to a new high. This is down due to the reform and opening team designated private plots share a mother, in the East River head north pond. To little mu-thirds are less than, Kankan a dividing bar.
Tillage land is the maternal grandfather helped to do, usually in the evening, he received the workers in another place, to this piece of classes plus a while. Sometimes he lug Tam years, then I will call on the cousin, along with our pick back around his grandfather: Wolia all got into a dustpan, one a grandfather with a pole to stir up the past with his pace, the immediate Dangling the pond has become very nice, two overjoyed lad Yaotouhuangnao, mantra of "This morning at eight o'clock, I met an eight-character bridge 88-year-old father-in ... ...."
Family plot where one began planting soybeans. This is evoked as the son of working people, the feelings of the most simple, so take the initiative to his mother Qing Zhan, followed behind watering, fertilizing, weeding, and then wait a little bit plump pods together. Soybean almost down the city when the mother and I went to the fields to soybeans bachelor all pulled out, tied up to go home and firewood. Days was also very hot, Gong Zhaoyao busy one afternoon, the hands, face, dip a lot of thin hair, itch, went to the pond to wash, squat only find out that really so very tired. Done so a return to farmers, secretly quite proud of, it is envisaged a few years later, we face no matter Jiase the younger generation refuse to drink out "I remember when I back facing LOESS overturned ... ...", and that case, be borne in the fun.
2 In retrospect, such as home and work to help these "glorious achievements" will so a little bit, I am in the "river" side of the rest of the time, summed up on one word: play. Home saying saying called "the age of seven or eight dogs too," refers specifically to children with naughty little boy ya. I was just belong to school-age children, with the pond so Dongtianfudi is simply the same as happiness takes a tomato.
I remember the south bank of the pond a lot of long reeds, had never been seen special love one way or another wave of students to come here, "adventure", hide and seek, and then ended the partnership to the north of the ground steal tomatoes, who discovered the chasing team over, then soon as hear of Hula fled, played with that heartbeat ah, to now feeling like a thriller.
Xihe Bang few households have rammed the huts, walls, quite a lot Yaner, spring time, which will be inhabited by bees. General to the afternoon, I will prepare an empty bottle, empty matchboxes, dig bees to go; catch a large, sharp-eyed and putting it on the bottom pulling thorns, and relentlessly sucking one, sweet. Hut the owner to see the wall always dig snapped, but I always did not last long memory and still secretly Zaiqu a few days.
The above is just a small episode, it is worth written about the change of the "cutting of sugar." Cutting sugar or maltose, because of the change sugar is maltose a chisel to knock one down, it has this name. For sugar for a long time to come once, each time before its people first heard the sounds. Once your scrap metal is not what she saved up, so waiting to beg for sugar, and then a whirlwind swept ring "river" people. The time it is in broad daylight, grandfather, grandmother, neighbors are busy in the ground, combined with country kitchen, Chai Fang, multi is not unlocked, and I will be an auspicious put all of those fast running out of toothpaste crowded, and the fragmented wire iron sheets, plastic films and other full-plundered out Na Qu replaced two cutting sugar. Is very fortunate, for I am such a "dog is too" behaviors, neighbors who are tolerant, and no one complained, or to find came a snitch for all things must have a care about the city, had long been afraid to wear the hat of misbehavior , escape the meal Punishment and wait on the parents.
However, I ultimately did not escape the family meal or a beat, and the table slowly. Usually disobedient, when every motive to see they have a shot, I Yi Liuyan to the grandmother there, "refuge", but covered with Grandma, this is the board have resolved to suffer miss it. But that exception. Seems to be a rest day, I slipped out of the join efforts of people "adventure." Good weather, we found that the section of the pond retting the tree tummy a turtle. May want to demonstrate their courage, I have this tree on the shore, red turtle go without a few steps, at the foot of a slide, played smash - who fell into the water. Poor me Hanya Zi, a pass thump, but fortunately a neighbor's small group will soon come to take me fishing in the ranks. While at home I take the initiative to kneel a washboard, but it is still under the hands of the mother fury; ourselves not as rough skin is now flesh, Once on shore, after, according to an eyewitness, said the meat of my butt takes a case of swollen belly on the lungs Like a number of days can only be tummy to sleep. Pout his father dropped a word, and now all remember, he said: "I often walk by the river, it is inevitable does not wet shoes."
Three fell into the water incident, I have a lot of practical. In addition to fear of pain buttocks, the other is my interest, they are gradually transferred to another area - fishing.
On this pond fish, the first impression is one of the winter, the pond was frozen, Biaojiu scuttling along in the ice hole in the fish they have arrived, breathable, a quasi-one fishing. This matter to me where the future of the man pages of "lay on the ice carp," produced a technical question: This is called Wang Xiang, and Do not know the ice chisel a chisel? No wonder the stepmother did not like it, Ganqing is people are too stupid.
For my own use two kinds of fishing practices. Let me start first. There brook into the pond Tau, we have a bunch of small children often ya narrow river where, with mud, tiles, stones down the middle building a small dam in the middle to leave a hole in, hole in the water at an a bamboo basket. Evening, the crates of collecting, which tend to have fish. Is invited into the Lou-jun.
There is a fishing. This is a Xiaojiu taught, started the first band I dug in the ground and red worms, and then tell me how the next shot, how to look float. Later this summer, I almost became a major hobby is often eaten lunch, we put a barrel, Dai Ding summer hat, to the river to catch an afternoon under the elms. From time to time to eat lunch meat dish, it could be minced meat soup down in the water, so that can catch the mullet. When you forget the time, completely immersed in a bamboo pole and a hook, people will understand Lifting, "a look down a Yang a laugh, a moon, a Jiang Qiu Jiang," the charm of the. As for the harvest Mody, more or less empty-handed down less likely, so this soup I did not drink less; Unfortunately, no big IQ stay on top, closely followed and arrived only know the city, the dusk I do not know why do some of the mediocre to make a living.
The existence of state of the pond is not immutable. Was like waking up one night, everyone got the news of the pond to be contracted, but Prior to this, team decided to do first one thing, clear pond mud, which we call "pick River." Two transfer pumps kept for several days, finally bit by bit shallow ponds, and exposing its underwater world. Shui Gui scare my grandmother did not see, but added adults a one-day delay network, carried off a tractor a tractor fish. Followed by the start of dredging. I waited several days, refused to take a mud Smelly taste of a rushed those puddles, reservoirs, large fishing slip through the net! That happy, even more than the New Year. And indeed slipping through the net a lot, I am going blind Breaking corn bears general, scratched pick pick, less than parents to the "river" side roar soon as it is not up to; several boots stuck in the mud pull it out, only bare feet ashore, a hand shoes in one hand and carrying a bucket, filled with medieval shipwreck found the taste of grandma get in the door, arrested people have their noses, straight urged me to change clothes. I caught most of the small Debu eat fish, but I still "expropriation" of the two A Xiancai the first basin, Pan raises them, daily feeding. Unfortunately, they are not goldfish, wild and hard to tame, it gradually died, I have been involved in "pick River" Festival, finally can not help but paint a tragic stroke.
Four from the ponds east and west on both sides of the south, about half a mile, is the town's stone street. District that a half years, but it is different from urban and rural areas. Stone streets of the grocery store, there is a dime a bottle of orange juice, and occasionally Xiaojiuxiaoyi claim whatever they give me to buy a bottle, its not often enjoy, is that I regard as manna in general.
However, this verdant trees surrounding the pond, as if a Huaguoshan, delicious, as I will not miss one of those naturally natural food. Maternal grandmother had an old apricot tree in front of the spring apricot Manzhi, glamorous things can not be square. And then me and cousin, cousin, began highly anticipated, eat Hang Yee, Jessica. Fast Dragon Boat Festival, and Hang Yee, Jessica had been grown, but there are many of them are green, and we can not wait for these small and early, entangled grandfather to help us shoot it down. So grandfather Nagatake in hand, we waited at their stations under the trees, apricots settle down again, a pass Meng looting, and then nothing more than dividing the spoils evenly take grandfather to mediate some. In fact, not really ripe Hang Yee, Jessica a few more days are yet to Wu. However, we can not care a sour bite in the mouth, the heart was thus elatedly.
Along the "river" mulberry also many, and grandmother in front of there. We have called Mulberry, where the "mulberry fruit," summer season, a clusters of trees, the most attractive purple. Mother seemed to be against WO Zhai mulberry fruit to eat that night at the tree snake to eat this thing. I do not agree, however, not to mention pulling Xiaojiuxiaoyi very happy with me to eat - there I was, and grandmother would not say that they have their mother would not say about me. Later, reading the high school grades, tree climbing walls is a piece of cake for me, I have conducted a lot of time alone: school early, then, in the pond is far away from home to find points of mulberry trees, up, picking full a canvas bag, and then close to the previous roof, lying there, in the genial sunshine slowly ever been. Of course, if found to eat lips Ukraine, also received a good pond and washing in order to escape the mother's eyes.
In order to more delicious food,咱do not practice nor light to eat. One day to eat loquat, said the stones do not think grown-ups can be buried into the mouth to take root, then cutting out not fresh threw in the house to the courtyard. When I soon forgot this Chaer, two loquat seedlings are sprouting, and perhaps something I have been exceedingly Sinong forward. Later, home building, the two trees grandmother moved there, ponds, grow flourish no better an air. Anxious to convince me that for years they are never the result. 2 family that this may be the public, and listening to, very enthusiastic to delve into some, but he unexpectedly got the ball rolling was immediately back to their parents, "only a high school," the broad road climbed up, only to quit.
5 home to non-Landscape spots, but the elegance of their own disabilities unwilling to plain, for this town to tease out the "three-pond Ten Scenes" for the ages Tiyong. 3 Tong, namely, three ponds, to my generation have very few people know-where. Which I did not much regret that the grandmother in front of this one, I felt full of the charm Tong 3. School Nazhen children obsessed poems, he had several follow suit for its first title, now can not find, but its 4:00 still vividly recall scenes, especially in summer and winter.
Summer afternoon, the sun seems like a pond, but also lifeless sleep. However, I am sitting in the shade of fishing, but got the feeling that quiet below, is still lively air: water spiders on the water struggling in the water, with a subtle hint of ripple effect, such as a water mark on the mirror; turtle from the water Tanchunaodai, lazy to climb up steep in the water shade of the wood, take a deep breath; cold-called will be diving out of the water, put the air and gesture, into the water, then "puff" seems very sound is heard, and perhaps wake up a few bug's dream; shore Wei Cui of the trees, there are birds called, but it disappeared; there is a tree of cicadas were, all of them tirelessly sings in this school ... ... exuberant vitality, but "Only this one, no semi-colon," and even then ran out in many places, there is no way to see such.
Ponds to the most beautiful winter morning. Although not, and the north wind is so cold, it is also the cold, when the breezes rustle through the pond, there is a moment everything is like coagulation. Waterside of the elm, oak tree, Paulownia, etc. off the light of the leaves, leaving only the branches branch-ya heart's content, out of silence very powerful. Time flows slowly, the water gradually from a layer of mist the cage, Yizhenyihuan are inundated with, so all they seem to life. Then the sky began to put bright, Gao Gao was born in cold East, from the trunk climb trees, glowing red, there are stopped at the blink of an eye there, as if in the gateway to fortune; while the west the sky, there were still a blur of pale moonlight shadow, morning the wind to be gradually dispersed.
Hours painting is poor, the family sent me to art hobby classes, hoping that some self-improvement. Learned a vacation, then thought, someday I want this pond down the landscape. However, lazy vow heart, always a delayed again and again, while she comforted myself that this is Xueyibujing, inconvenience or write. Wait for an outside school, there's half a year did not go back, grandma's house, as well as the pond, torn ceased to exist - in accordance with the transformation of urban planning, the pond was filled in, taken straight from above had built a road, both sides put up a matchbox-style commercial buildings.
My pond, the rustic charm of my fingertips, as well as in my life who Shuiguang prettily Yan years, and thus they were all buried in the hard asphalt below. I am not God pen Ma Liang, the first time standing on this new side of the road, look around at a loss, some vision is sometimes sad, for those who Buy & Sell Forum for the sole contributor to never write the landscape of ... ...
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January 5, 2004 Shanghai
Author: eric_cj
