Spring Essay: Spring water, spring water flowing in the bottom of my heart

My hometown is at the northern foot of Yishan, the source of water. There is a small river flowing from Luxiang Mountai

Spring Essay: Spring water, spring water flowing in the bottom of my heart

My hometown is at the northern foot of Yishan, the source of water. There is a small river flowing from Luxiang Mountain, and there are many clear springs along the river. In my childhood memory, every clear spring moistens my heart like rain and moistens every day in my hometown. The mountains and rivers to which Reiki is attached are nourished by countless such rivers and springs, so being kind to them means being kind to our homeland and ourselves.

One day in the summer vacation, after a heavy rain, the air was moist and sunny. I walked to Heiyuzi Reservoir at the foot of Luxiang Mountain.

The reservoir was built in the early 1960s, and now it is over sixty years old. Its upstream is Luxiang Mountain, a Lingshan with many legends. The most magical thing is the story of the old man's alchemy, and the inexhaustible Chinese herbal medicine is the evidence of this legend. Due to the good soil and water conservation in Luxiang, the mountains are full of springs, which merge into streams and have four distinct seasons. In order to preserve this vein of Qingxi, the villagers built this reservoir with a storage capacity of nearly100000 cubic meters with flesh and blood without any mechanical assistance.

Due to the continuous drought in winter and spring, even if there is a heavy rain, the water storage capacity is still very small, and the water surface is still some distance from the spillway. But it is also blue waves, fish jumping, and distant mountain scenery reflected in the water, which is pleasing to the eye. Across the calm and wide water surface, we can see Luxiang Mountain, which is full of mountains and peaks, blue sea and green hills, just like the fairy mountain on the water surface, swaying and colorful.

I came to the bottom of the reservoir dam and saw the long-lost first spring. It used to be under a high stone weir. With the accumulation of time, the position of spring water has improved a lot. Surrounded by green grass, the water is still so clear, but I didn't see the golden sand at the bottom of the water, but I bruised a thick layer of yellow mud. What bothers me most is that there is a pesticide sprayer and medicine bottle by the spring. I also saw several abandoned medicine bottles in the distance, some of which were used for killing insects and weeding. What surprised me the most was a man named. Black boy? The black skull on the grass phosphorus medicine bottle is very eye-catching, which makes me shudder in the summer sun.

I remembered what a doctor in the community health center told me the other day: the use of herbicides has reached the point where it must be controlled. In order to save energy, rural people abuse herbicides, which are toxic and have heavy residues. Herbs not only can't grow, but also pollute the soil and endanger people and animals? I naturally know that this is the fate of almost all mountain springs. They open their hearts and provide people with valuable water, but ignorant people will poison them mercilessly until even human beings are spared. Wild vegetable accidental poisoning often occurs in rural areas?

I left the clear spring and walked down the river bed. I can't see the gurgling stream in the early years of the river, and there are few beautiful shadows of crystal stones in the stream. A little stream is so silent and astringent?

I saw the mountain spring that brought me a lot of happiness and interest in my childhood. A pool of spring water, to be exact. Because it is at an important intersection, where villagers go up and down to draw water together, the simplest construction was carried out and stones were built by the spring.

When I was a child, I followed my parents to farm in the mountains. This is a must-stay place. I clearly remember that there are two ways to come to the spring to drink water. One is to kneel down directly, hold the smooth stone by the spring with both hands, bury your head and fill it with thump; One is to go to the mulberry tree above the cliff by the spring, pick a few large oil-green and shiny mulberry leaves, fold them into a funnel shape, and slowly scoop water to drink. Mulberry leaves have no peculiar smell, but also exude a faint fragrance, which makes people think that it is because of its purity that white and fat silkworms will be raised. Silkworms will spit out silk as white as snow and weave silk and clouds as thin as cicadas. This is really a wonderful imagination.

The clear spring water in the pool is still clear and sweet, but I have no mood or courage, so I got down and had a full drink.

I was suddenly delighted to find that a little girl was playing with water in a small bucket at the downstream of the spring pool. As she gently scooped the water, a lively stream splashed on the slate, making a splash. This is the most touching scene for me, so that I just took a look and forgot to leave that beautiful moment with my camera.

When I picked up the camera and tried to press the shutter, the girl in pink suddenly got up and left, leaving only a beautiful back in my picture.

Perhaps, childhood memories are like the back of a little girl in front of me, leaving me endless attachment and disappointment?

Less than 300 meters down from the spring pool, I found another spring. It is under a steep mountain, and there is not a trace of water in the gully. Of course, spring is also exhausted. However, it used to be a must-see place when we came home from work. This is the nearest spring to home. Stop, grab a handful of water to wash away the sweat and alkali on your face, take a sip of water to moisten your dry and itchy throat, or take off your shoes and rub your feet in the dark red sand downstream of the spring to wash away the soil and drive away a lot of fatigue. Very comfortable.

I saw the last thing I wanted to see and had to shoot: the river was full of colorful and stinking garbage! It was abandoned by people who lived by the river. They are hardworking and hygienic, but they are confined to their own yard. When they leave home, they are like a different person. They never worry about the harm their bad habits will bring to nature and others. They don't even consider that there are their beloved children and grandchildren in the cities downstream of the river!

The riverbed is full of gravel, but what is lacking is clear running water. What else is there? Ding-ding-dong-dong? Voice of nature? Finally, I saw the river disappear completely? It flows lazily, as if it suddenly disappeared?

Because the surface water can't meet the needs for a long time, or it can't be safely drunk, the villagers dug a well 100 meters deep in the lower reaches of the river, laid thousands of meters of underground pipelines over mountains and mountains, and transported them to the yards of various households. The good news is that the water quality is good. It is said that it is rich in minerals and is natural mineral water.

There are also large wells, pipelines and computer rooms along the river, but the 89-meter-deep underground flooded less than half a meter, and the pump leaked out, like a cold exclamation point!

Some villagers in the river built small stone weirs, and they wanted to keep as much water as possible. Others are dug in the river bed for irrigation? River bottom well? The deep shaft and clear spring water set off the white clouds in the blue sky, as if there was no trace of sadness.

Walking on the riverbed, I was greeted only by sparkling gravel, shining in the midday sun. So, I quickly chose to escape. But I know that there are still springs flowing under the gravel, all the way to Mihe River, all the way to the waves of Juyang Lake, and then to this city, and to the blood of everyone in this city?

Author: Guo Baoxue

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