My aunt ran into the hydrological station in a hurry, panting and said to me, your uncle's ** illness has happened again, you should go and see it! I was writing a water report at the time, and I didn't care and said, "Isn't it just looking at the water from the bridge?" You let him look, he's almost at the end anyway! My aunt pulled me up from the chair at once, this time it was different, he climbed onto the railing of the bridge, and if you didn't persuade him, he would jump off.

I hurried out of the hydrological station with my aunt. On the Zaolinzhuang Bridge, I saw my uncle standing upright on the railing in the middle of the bridge, and his emaciated body stood up like a reed in the wind. The spring sun has swelled into a dry breath and is as hot as summer. The uncle's short hair, which has been gray since he was young, radiates dazzling light in the sun. He looked motionless into the distance, looking at himself as a god. The bridge was full of people watching the excitement on and off the bridge.

I know my uncle's temper. In the era when the water in Baiyangdian was huge, he resigned from public office and returned to his hometown from the city. The uncle said that he likes the long causeway smoke willows and peach blossoms in the water town; He likes the reeds in the lake, the green lotus and the red, the birds fly and the fish jump; He also likes the fishing songs on the boat, and the smoke curls up...... The eldest uncle lived by the water, a house, a boat, a wife, and later a son, a daughter and a grandson. The water town became the habitat of the uncle. Water has become the soul of my uncle.

But then Bai Yangdian said he would do it. The water dries up, the fish are clean, the birds fly away, the lotus blossoms fail, and the reeds dry up and become wheat seedlings. My uncle's boat capsized and caught at the bottom of the cracked lake. Many people have shaved reeds and planted corn, soybeans and sorghum. The uncle stood on the Qianli embankment, standing on the Zaolinzhuang Bridge, looking into the distance through the green crops. My aunt looked at other people's harvests and was so greedy that she kept muttering all day long, I don't think you should call Wangshui, just call Wangshui! The uncle touched his short gray hair, glared and said, look at the water, look at the water. What's wrong with looking at the water?

Good is good, but the water is not hopeless after all. Uncle is not God, nor is he the Dragon King. The water of the Yellow River cannot be allowed to flow to Baiyangdian. But the uncle can dig up water in Baiyangdian. He invited a well-digging team from the city, dug a pond in the reed field contracted by his family, and raised fish from the well water. My uncle said to my aunt that when there is water, food is more expensive than fish, and when there is no water, fish is more expensive than food. The uncle and aunt stayed by the fish pond all day long, like guarding their son.

When he woke up one morning, his uncle saw that the fish in the pond were all floating, and he and his aunt turned Bai Huahua's belly over. Uncle was very puzzled, and said that this fish is also human, do you want to go ashore and talk to me? When he caught two fish with his net, he screamed and fainted.

It was a pool of dead fish with white flowers.

Still attentive, she walked around the fishpond and found that near the edge of a cornfield, a stream of dirty yellow water had flowed into the fishpond. Traveling a short distance up the river, my aunt walked through the withered cornfields and saw a paper mill emitting black smoke on the embankment.

The uncle sued the paper mill in court. It was in the days of waiting for the verdict that the uncle's addiction to water became bigger and bigger. Later, it was so serious that he didn't eat, drink, talk, or go home for several years, and walked around Baiyangdian all year round day and night. When he was tired of wandering, he looked into the distance. He looked to the west and to the east, and to the heavens and to the earth. I can see that the sun is sinking and there is no red shadow, and I can see that the wind is green and there are no waves. My aunt sighed, this old man is no longer human, he has already lost his soul!

Only I know where my uncle's soul was lost.

After graduating from the University of Water Conservancy, I was assigned to the Baiyangdian Zaolinzhuang Hydrological Station. I began to step into my uncle's world. I found that my uncle didn't wander around so expressionlessly every day. As soon as the water is mentioned, or even as long as it rains on a cloudy day, the uncle's soul will come back temporarily. In the years when my uncle lost his soul, there was also water in Baiyangdian from time to time, some of which were released from upstream reservoirs, and some were bought from other places. But after all, he couldn't get back the vastness of the past. I reported this water information to my superiors and my uncle. After listening to my report, my uncle always nodded like a leader, and his eyes radiated the light of a soul that still had a soul. Then he came to his ship and painted. After the uncle finished brushing the boat, he brushed himself again. Uncle became a lacquer man.

Until now, the water has not lifted the boat that the uncle has overturned at the bottom of the lake, and the lacquer man on the side of Baiyangdian Lake has not been able to pull up the white sail again. He is still obsessed with looking at the water.

But today, I think I can bring back my uncle's soul. I squeezed past the crowd and came to my uncle's approach. I raised a red-headed document in my hand above my head and shouted loudly, uncle, here the water, the water of the Yellow River is about to be attracted! The elevation of the water entering the lake will reach 7 meters this year! Uncle didn't look back, but spoke, and I knew that it was the water in the sky that I was looking at. Look, she's already in front of my ship, I'm going to sail!

With a bang, the uncle jumped off the railing of the bridge. The reed in the wind on the bridge has become a living man again.

I know that my uncle's soul is back.