The day after Liao Lanlan came back, Liao's mother took her to the grape ditch. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liao Lanlan was full of curiosity about that place.

She had seen the scenery and people by the Yanxi River on TV, except for some familiar traces, everything else was very strange, as if it was not not a short distance next to her house, not a place where she had caught fish, fished for shrimp, caught crabs, and swam when she was a child, but a distant scenic spot, like the sky under the clouds in the southwest of the continent.

Liao's mother drove on the highway, driving by the Qingshui River that passed through the town.

The river is rippling with clear waves, and small quaint carved boats pass back and forth on it, stopping at the pier to wait for guests.

"Mom, let's go on a boat." Liao Lanlan didn't know how long it had been since she had been on a boat, and even she didn't know how much she wanted to feel the wandering in the blue water.

"Sit down! Let's sail! The old man at the bow of the boat shouted, threw the iron chain hanging on the shore onto the boat, and the man jumped into the boat, and with a hard blow of the penny in his hand, the whole boat went off the shore and broke the waves.

"Mom~ The boat won't capsize." Liao Lanlan tightened her grip on the left and right wooden railings and said worriedly.

The old man's movements made the whole boat rock left and right; On the low side, the upper end of the ship's side was almost touching the water, as if the water was about to overflow.

"It's okay! As long as you don't jump into the water on your own, I guarantee you won't fall. The old man's ears are very sharp, and he can hear Liao Lanlan's worries. Said loudly.

The ship passed through the beginning of the shock. It quickly stabilized.

Liao Lanlan's heart also relaxed. I began to have fun watching the scenery on both sides of the river, looking at the grass under the clear water, "oily swaggering in the water".

Big and small fish, groups of fish, swam under the boat, among the water and grass, and sometimes jumped out of the water to play—the splash made people's hearts ripple.

Liao Lanlan couldn't help but stretch out her hand and catch a small fish that was dancing nearby. A few small droplets of water splashed inadvertently.

"Don't stretch out your hand, the water is dirty!" When Liao's mother saw Liao Lanlan stretching out her hand, it was too late to stop it, so she could only hurriedly warn.

"Dirty? What's dirty? Liao Lanlan looked at the blue river and couldn't help but wonder.

"Of course it's dirty!" Liao's mother glanced at Liao Lanlan and said, "After more than ten years of pollution, people's feces and urine are discharged into the river, it's only been a few months, how can it be clean!" Don't look at this clear water. There are still fish, but they are still dirty! ”

"Ah~~" Liao Lanlan has always been a person who likes to be clean. Listening to Liao's mother's words, she looked at the water, and then looked at the water droplets on her hands, and she was a little overwhelmed.

The tourist who put his hand into the water next to him hurriedly retracted his hand as if he had been burned by a soldering iron.

"Na~ give you a piece of paper and wipe your hands clean. Later, when we get to the Yanxi, we will wash in the water. Liao's mother looked at Liao Lanlan's stunned appearance, and passed a tissue funny.

Liao Lanlan took the paper and wiped a few drops of water off her hands, still a little incredulous; Even though reason told her that what her mother said was right, she still put her hand that still had water marks in front of her nose and sniffed and sniffed, and said with a little doubt: "I think it's okay, there are no other bad smells." ”

Liao's mother's image of this Qingshui River was still a few months ago; For the water in the river, it still stays in the image of feces and urine, dirty and yellow.

She also leaned over her nose and sniffed on Liao Lanlan's outstretched palm.

"It really didn't smell, it was really much cleaner. But--you better not reach into the river. The water is good over there, so you can play any way. Liao's mother is still full of doubts about the water in the river.

The boat soon entered the smoke stream.

The water of Yanxi is obviously much brighter and clearer; On the light water body, you can even smell the unique breath and smell of the water flowing, the more and more gentle water waves, so that Liao Lanlan's heart can no longer bear it, put her hand into the water waves, gently swaying and waving in the clear water, letting the texture of the water separate between her fingers, skipping every trace of the softest part of her hand, and then quietly, slipped away......

The waterway was not far away, and under the huge flying boulders that cut off the entire stream, the boat approached the shore again.

All the people went to the shore with a shout; The child was crying, with a little aftertaste and reluctance to wander in the soft waves—much more fun than sitting in a cradle or a speeding car.

Spare the boulders, and go up a little further, countless wooden quaint small attics, on the bank of the Yanxi River, walk along the stream, and go up in a meandering way.

Each loft, centered on each loft, is a small world.

The attic looks more or less similar, but the layout is different, the form is similar, and the color and wood are slightly different; The flowers and trees, flowing water and rocks around the attic are even more different if the owner likes them.

Some people have flowers and trees, and flowers are blooming; Duck hanging meat hangs in front of someone's house, and it still has the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival; Some attics, shaded by a few large trees that have been moved, are climbed by vines, like huts in the forest...... Everything is like in a fairy tale - countless small attics are built between two mountains, on the banks of small streams, and in the midst of flowers and plants, so properly ironed, without a trace of abruptness, as if they have grown and stayed here, I don't know how many years......

The layers of climbing moss, the ancient imprint on the bluestone slab, seem to have become the best proof and legend.

Liao's mother stopped in front of a house.

It seemed that there was something special about this house, with the other small attics around it, that attracted her.

However, compared with the surrounding small buildings, this house is still full of "architectural" atmosphere and man-made traces, surrounded by sawdust and stone powder, which is as unacceptable as a strange watermark mark in the whole landscape painting.

Around the pavilion, there are no shady flowers and trees, and there are no strange stones to embellish, it looks empty and barren, even the moss is not willing to climb, and there is less charm brought by the years - even if it is only a few months, but under the effect of time, some things will become ugly, but some things will permanently precipitate, becoming a pattern and breath that makes people fascinated and intoxicated.

"Mom~ Is this our little building?". Liao Lanlan looked at the newly built wooden pavilion with great interest, and could almost imagine that in the near future, in such a wooden building, a leisurely and elegant life would be lived.

For Liao Lanlan, it may be just a distant dream, but dreams are always to be done......

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