Three seasons of river water

The dream of breaking the ground, I want to pick it up, but I can only choose to give up; like a riverview like a dream, I want to leave it, but I can only choose to remember.

I haven't been a place anymore, just stumbled upon the photos of a big box. That was me forgotten in the beautiful place deep in my memory. I like to hang around in a variety of different landscapes, but there is a place in my memory that I deserve to forget. The water there, the people there, and the fish there are attracting my heart, but the different rivers in the three seasons are the one I can't forget.

spring

The breeze passed over my cheeks, so soft. I walked alone in the white road in the country, feeling the first sunshine of the early spring, slanting from the sparse young leaves and shining on my face. Gradually, I heard a burst of screaming and speeding up my pace. After a while, I came to an unknown place.

I walked on the path of the so-called township, on both sides of the small stalls to buy things, to eat, drink, and use. However, I found that most of the people who bought things were women. They sipped to the pedestrians who passed by, and they had a smile on their faces as if something was going to happen. I suddenly became very interested in this. After a few more steps, I saw an old woman selling small jewelry.

I walked over to her booth, crouched down and asked the jokes in front of her booth. "Grandma, why are the women on the street who are looking for some women? They look very happy. Is there anything good? "Little girl, let's be happy. Today is our annual fishing competition. All the men are going to participate. The little girl is from the field, my granddaughter also went to the field." It seems that I have been admitted to Peking University. I haven’t been back for a long time. Hey.” Speaking, the grandmother’s eyes were covered with a glimmer of silver, which looked beautiful under the sun. "Grandma, can I go to see the fishing game?" Although I didn't want to interrupt my grandmother's memories, I couldn't restrain my curiosity. "Ah, yes. I will let my little granddaughter take you there. I will go to the game with a big sister." Before I answered, my grandmother greeted her granddaughter. I smiled helplessly and left with a little girl who was almost as tall as me.

It was on the river, but it was already late and the game was over. I looked at the river in disappointment. Suddenly the little girl next to me pulled my clothes and said to me, "My sister will have a match next year, in the winter. You must come early." "Well, I will."

autumn

Come here again, not to watch the game but to evacuate the mood.

Autumn, a season full of sadness. I stepped here with heavy sorrow. This time, there were no exciting fishing games, no kind old grandmothers and no cheerful little girls. But, fortunately, I met an enthusiastic grandfather.

I walked on the river embankment of no one, let the rain wet my clothes, the wind blew in, and my tears flowed out of my eyes. At this time, a grandfather saw me and hurriedly called me into his cabin. I looked at him and finally walked into his boat. "Does the little girl have something to confuse in her heart to say a grandfather?" he asked me as he handed me a cup of tea. I looked up at him, and my weak voice rang in the cabin for a while, and it continued for a long time.

winter

The third time I stepped in here was for a promise, but also for a girl.

One year has passed, I don’t think of any more. until……

In the sky, with the drizzle, I stood in the rain and watched them play quietly in a temporary paper umbrella. But the mood is not very good. Because the little girl of that year has disappeared and left. I watched those people wearing summer shorts and shuttled in the water. I admire them very much. I stood in the thick winter clothes standing on the riverside. The cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Time always goes very fast. I may have forgotten that dream-like place, or perhaps I have not forgotten it.

Who was there, who had been in white to stay on the riverside; who, who had a cup of fragrant tea in this water boating; who had supported a paper umbrella in this scene.

Third day: Xia Ling