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"Can you boil the water a little lower?" I said to a colleague with a serious expression. He was a little puzzled and even a little resistant when I said this. What we are doing is cleaning the equipment workshop, and the water is used to wash the mops. What I saw was that the water pipe was bubbling with water even when the mop was not being washed.

Seeing that stream of clear water being wasted, my heart ached faintly, and I did a great ideological struggle to stop my colleagues' wasteful behavior. Anyway, I still stubbornly stepped forward to dissuade it, although it made the colleague a little disgusted at the time, I felt that it was worth it, and this is the value I need.

I think my colleague must not have experienced the panic caused by the lack of water, or he would not have been so disgusted by my dissuasion; for me, water is life. I have deeply experienced the anxiety brought by the lack of water, and the imprint in my heart will not be forgotten, no matter where I go!

When I was a child, my hometown was very poor and I couldn't afford to build a water cellar, and everyone in a village relied on a small spring to quench their thirst and live. I've heard some people in the city laugh at people in the countryside for not bathing, and I just smiled faintly, and I didn't want to justify the ignorant ridicule. When we can't even get the water we drink, what do we have to do to take a bath? Isn't that a crime! Before dawn, the people of the village are already queuing up with buckets of water to get water, and if they go late, they can only get brown and yellow turbid water, which is not enough for cooking. Therefore, there are many ghost stories circulating in the village, saying that some people meet ghosts in the ravine, and from this phenomenon, the side can reflect that the people in our village get up as early as ghosts, so that they can meet ghosts, right?

In that dry, dead ravine, there is my shadow. When my brother and I were able to carry a bucket of water, we asked our family to go to the ravine to get water. My parents gave us a dead task, to carry a bucket of water in the ditch every day when we came home from school. The reason why we wanted to carry water was because we saw that our parents had a hard day, and we helped our parents share a little housework. Second, I think it's fun, every time I go to carry water, it's like an adventure, which can bring me endless reverie.

The ditch is winding and very deep, and you can walk to the bottom of the ditch and look up at the mountain, which meets the white clouds and blue sky. At the lowest point of the ditch, there is a spring, she slowly poured water out little by little, I held a scoop in one hand and quietly waited for the water in the spring to slowly increase, the water was still turbid at this time, but I don't know when it was clear after it was clarified. Many times, the two brothers and I came home carrying a bucket of orange muddy water. Mother was going to use the water to cook for us and wait a few hours for the soil to settle under the bucket.

The people of the village are wise, and sometimes the sweet spring will be full. In order not to waste the spring water, the villagers blocked a large spring fifty meters downstream of the spring, and the water from the top overflowed and flowed down to the big spring, which could be used to drink livestock and wash clothes. When I was younger, I used to carry a basin of dirty clothes to the big spring and wash clothes with the other children in the village, which was also a kind of fun.

I stood on the edge of the ditch and shouted loudly, and I heard the sound go down each ditch, and then I could hear several echoes of me echoing through the valley. On the edge of the ditch, an "uncle" (not very old, my uncle) built a small brick kiln there, and when he passed by the brick kiln, he saw that the fire in the kiln was burning red, and the whole night was red. The uncle and father and son were sweating profusely and busy. The reason why the uncle built the brick kiln in that place is also because he has to borrow the spring water from the ditch, and the brick water is also a necessary element. I think the people in the village also have more or less opinions in their hearts, because burning bricks consumes a lot of water, and in those years when water turns into gold, it is understandable to complain.

"Come, boys! I'll teach you something fun!" said the pale-faced grandfather who saw us on the edge of the ditch. The grandfather may have some kind of disease, his face looks very bad, his main task of the day is to pull the donkey to the ditch, he watched the donkey graze on the edge of the ditch, and at night let others help him pull the donkey to the edge of the ditch and go home.

"Master, what fun are you going to teach us?" we looked like we were sweating profusely.

The grandfather taught us that they had played when they were children, which was to pinch a round clay cake with a lump of mud, and dig a circular pit on the cake. So everyone made a cake and set off a "cannon" around the grandfather.

Later, when living conditions improved, my father built a pool for our family. I stored the rain from heaven in that pool, and the rain was sweet, but it was a little astringent. But it's much better than the water, which is sweet, but it's too salty, and the more you drink it, the thirstier you get. Once, while sitting on the kang and drinking ququ pot tea, my grandfather sighed: The water in the sky is sweeter than the spring. I looked closely at my grandfather's happy smile at that time, and I knew that it had been a dream for generations to get rid of drinking spring water.

The year before last, my grandfather passed away. After we had buried my grandfather, his grandsons went to the ditch to fetch water again, and found that the spring was still flowing tirelessly, and that there was a round hole in the frozen ice, which seemed to have been taken from it. I couldn't wait to pick up the horse spoon and take a sip of the spring water, which instantly felt sweet and delicious. My brother was on video at the time, and I deliberately made a strong appearance of drinking water to express my awe of that spring.

When that colleague had some emotions towards me, I said to him kindly, maybe you can't understand the pain in my heart, because you have never been short of water, but I am different, can you imagine what it is like to live without even drinking water?

When I said this, the colleague was silent. I don't know if he really understands the importance of water to me. It doesn't matter, in today's peaceful and prosperous world, aren't more and more people also spoiling food and wasting water?

Be prepared for danger in times of peace, these four words, we encourage together.