There is a alkaline beach in the middle of my hometown Zhuangzi, and the ground looks a little white in the distance, and I have always mistakenly thought that it is salt. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info On that small but extremely open alkali beach, you can ride a donkey or drive a newly bought motorcycle. There is also a basketball court on the alkali beach, which was the main place of entertainment when we were children. If you want to play football, the alkali beach can be divided into several football fields. On one side of the alkali flat, there is a small embankment, and when there is water in the embankment, it is very much like a demon mirror, embedded in the middle of our village.

The embankment was filled with water, sparkling under the sun's rays, and next to the dam there were several large willow trees, and the old people of the village sat in the shade with small stools to chat and play cards when they arrived at the farm. In the summer, a group of us children couldn't resist the urge to jump into the dam, and one by one they stripped off their essence and went into the water, practicing holding their breath in the water, or walking around on tiptoe, pretending to be a swimmer. But the dam didn't produce swimmers, and although we were often soaked in the water, we were all a group of landlubbers.

I am adventurous and addicted to adventure. One summer, early in the morning, the family began to prepare for the mill, and many people came to help, and my parents neglected to supervise me. Taking advantage of their inattention, I crept to the dam. I had been planning this move for a night, and I wondered if I could get out of the water under the big tree lying horizontally. Since it was morning, the water was still a little cold, so I put my little hand into the water and tried it, and my joints were a little painful. But that tenacity made me resolutely take off my clothes and plunge into the water. My mother was the first to notice my disappearance, and she shouted my nickname and scolded me from the sidelines. I thought to myself, if I don't do it, I just don't do it, I just go on my adventure to the end. I plunged headlong into the water, pinching my nose and crawling forward under the water, ready to surface when I thought I had passed through the trees, according to my calculations before I entered the water. Unexpectedly, I happened to run into that irregular tree, and I almost fainted. I got out from under the tree with one hand on my scalp, and when I saw my mother walking in the direction of the dam, I didn't care about the pain just now, jumped out of the water and ran away with my clothes.

At that time, there were many children in the village, and when the weather was a little hot, the boys in the village jumped into the dam one by one. The dam was like a pot, and there were many white and tender human meat dumplings boiling in it. At the end of everyone's fun, suddenly one shouted, "Girls!" Everyone was in unison, and they hid their necks in the water with a "swish". Sure enough, I saw a girl from the same village coming over, and we laughed at her, and when she saw this scene, she seemed to have seen something that she should not have seen, and she covered her eyes and walked away quickly. As soon as she left, we came out into the water and laughed wildly, and there were also "bad guys" who deliberately scared the faster growing boy, usually by making up a woman's name. The big boy wiped the water from his eyes with his hands, stood out of the water with a smile, and shouted, "Where? Where? Then a woman came up, and everyone hid in the water and laughed loudly, and the big boy's cheeks were red with shyness.

In addition to bringing us a lot of joy, the dam also added music to the night in our village. There are many frogs lurking in the dam, and at night, the frogs start singing one after another. The whole village was enveloped in a "wow" sound in the first half of the night, very idyllic, with the frog as a companion, I dared to walk through the night alone, run to my grandfather's house.

One day, an excavator came to the village, and black smoke suddenly came out. Drive into that dam and start working with its hard iron claws. After several days of digging, half of the dam was nearly twice as deep. At that time, I stood on the fence of my house and began to worry about this dam, I was worried that the group of people would dig and dig and forget about it, and we would lose a piece of happiness. Sure enough, the dredging work was completed halfway through, and half of the dam was left on hold. What puzzled me the most was that the water inlet was also blocked by the dug up silt. I had a hunch that there would be no more water in the dam, and the outcome was the same, and I never saw water in the dam again.

Every time I pass by the now-dry dam, my childhood is in front of me. Throwing away some selfish aspects, the dam is like a mirror in the village, it must be a very spiritual mirror. Now that the water is dry, the mirror is gone, and spirituality is gone.

Water is the source of all things, and where there is water, it is naturally full of aura. I don't know if the village cadres have the idea of repairing the dam again, but I am a little worried about it, worrying that all the aura in the village will be sucked dry by the dry dam, which will not give the children fun, not to mention, and also make the village lose feng shui.

There is a dam in the village, and there is water in the dam, and there are fish and frogs in the water. Isn't that a harmonious thing?

Half a year ago, when I returned to my hometown, I saw a few old people playing cards under an earthen wall. If the dam behind the earthen wall was filled with water, the old men would sit in the shade of the trees, playing cards and playing tricks. Water vapor swirls around the dam, and the old people breathe in the air with water, so their complexion looks even better? On the high slopes of the loess, what is lacking is actually water! Only when there are mountains and water can there be water and soil.