(a)

Dozens of days have passed in such a depressed mood.

One day, Mr. Yichen told me that his son Liang Xin was going on spring break. He was going to pick up his son from a nearby big city for a few days so that he could experience life in the forest. His son would fly from the school to the nearby big city, where Yi Chen would wait to meet him, take him around the city's monuments and cultural attractions, rest for a few days, and then transport him to our camp in the company SUV we had travelled in.

I haven't seen his son in a long time. I bid farewell to Mr. Yichen and eagerly awaited the arrival of this young man.

Liang Xin and I are the same age, and we are usually commensurate with sisters and brothers. Liang Xin is a very shy young man, he has not yet found a girlfriend, he is as quiet and reserved as his father, and as warm and talented as his father. His photographs are already of a considerable artistic standard.

After Mr. Yichen left, it was raining spring rain in Donghu Town for more than 10 consecutive days.

Continuous spring rains combined with melting ice formed the first tide of the Nell River.

Spring tides flood the surrounding woods and surround the town.

Traffic was temporarily suspended.

That's good too. The hunters could not leave the town, so they had to stay in their respective apartments and not go anywhere, but at most they could buy groceries, drink at the bar, listen to country music, flirt with the plump girls, and play a few small hands of small cards. Although this kind of sound is quite boring, it is much more harmless than killing people every day.

Without the sound of shotguns every day, I can rest in peace and watch the rising steam of the samovar, and quietly stay in the world of spring tide to enjoy the sleepwalking of memories and writing.

In the morning, I often hear a male grouse beating a constant drum in the flooded woods.

It must have been standing on top of a hollow log to make such a loud drumming sound.

I am glad that this spring rain and flood saved its life. Otherwise, it would have been killed at the guns of the hunters soon.

I hope that this spring rain will last a little longer, and I deeply hope that this male grouse and his partner to use this precious time of life to leave a batch of pine eggs that can hatch a little grouse for themselves, the forest, and our human descendants as soon as possible.

(b)

Tourists who are extremely bored soon have a new pastime.

Floodwaters washed down a lot of firewood from the upstream area. The townspeople flock to lakes, rivers and large streams to fetch this firewood for firewood.

Many tourists also took part in their labor with great interest.

The timber was dragged ashore, collected and stacked in high piles in the yards of each house.

These stacks of timber are not only a record of the hard work of the people of Donghu Town, but also an epic of the hard work of the upstream farms and loggers.

Having lived in a heated house for a long time, it is easy to forget where the warmth comes from.

We may think that industrialization provides such a comfortable life, but we do not think deeply about what supports the possibility of industrialization.

I think it's a very beneficial activity to help people regain that old memory of having nature provide us with everything we need to survive.

Without the love and devotion of nature, we cannot survive for a second.

With an umbrella in hand, I stood by the river and watched the men gravitate with their iron hooks to catch the driftwood and drag the timber to the shore in unison.

A young tourist asked, "Miss, do you know what kind of wood this wood is?" ”

I looked at him, and I replied in the rain, "I know." It's our lungs outside our body. ”

(c)

The flood was getting bigger and bigger, even surrounding the perimeter of our holiday camp.

Mr. Shen and the camp staff were busy with the arrival of spring, with more and more people.

Mr. Shen directed them to dig drainage ditches around the camp and build temporary levees with stones and sandbags to block flood water from entering the camp area.

Mr. Shen did not allow me to participate in this kind of labor. "There are so many men out there, where do women need to do this kind of work," he said. ”

He said that if I wanted to help, I could make ginger milk tea and cut bread for everyone in the house.

After finishing the logistics of the catering, watching everyone come back wet and drinking tea and eating bread at the wooden table, I ran to the second floor of the largest wooden house, leaned on the attic window, and in the hazy twilight, watched the anemone in the pool in front of the town government slowly open under the warm and humid air, and watched the approaching tide seep into the levee they had erected, gradually flooding the path in front of the house.

(iv)

Mr. Shen gave up his efforts to stop the flood and instead directed everyone to move the things on the ground that were afraid of flooding.

That's when I discovered the science of the local cabin style.

Each chalet is not flush with the ground like the one at the Beausan base, nor does it have the storage cellars that are common in the country's country houses, but the ground floor is completely elevated, and there is a long staircase leading up to the porch, and between the porch and the interior, there is a stone threshold.

I don't know how many times in history this spring tide has obliterated the streets of the town, and people have formed the ancient tradition of building huts like this.

Mr. Shen wore tall rubber rain boots and dripped water from the stagnant water in the yard.

I sat with him on the stone threshold and handed him a cup of hot flavored black tea and a box of crunchy hazelnut cookies.

While eating refreshments, he said tiredly, "Forget it, I gave up." We must admit that if nature wields its might, we human beings will not be able to resist the small power at all. ”

I said, "Then it's fine." ”

He nodded, looked at the devastated courtyard, and said, "An Zhiruosu." What flavor of tea is in this tea bag, and why is it so fragrant? ”

I said, "It's grapefruit." ”

Mr. Shen said, "People who write are people who can live." ”

I said, "You used to be a writer, too." ”

Mr. Shen said: "I haven't written for many years. Always do this work on the construction site. The little bookish qi on his body has long been washed away by such floods again and again. ”

He looked at me from his teacup. He said, "I heard that you also do a little business." ”

I said, "Yes." I owe a lot of debts to pay off, and I have to open up my financial resources. ”

Mr. Shen said, "Remember, don't keep this bit of bookishness. for yourself. also for me. ”

He said: "When the book is weak, the vulgarity of man is heavy." ”

I said, "I don't think you're tacky." ”

"Oh?" Mr. Shen raised his eyebrows, looked at me, and said, "Then what kind of temperament do I have now?" ”

I said, "Heroic temperament." ”

I said, "Like Robin Hood." ”

Mr. Shen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In the sound of the rain, his laughter was heard far and wide in the woods.