There is a alkali beach in the middle of my hometown. The ground looks a bit white in the distance. I have always mistakenly thought it was salt. On the 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 is the main entertainment venue for us when we were young. If you want to play football, the alkali beach can be divided into several football fields. On one side of the alkali beach, there is a small embankment. When there is water in the embankment, it looks like a demon mirror embedded in the middle of our village.

The dam was originally filled with water, and under the influence of the sunlight, there were a few large willow trees next to the dam. When the old people in the village were slack, they sat in the shade of the tree chatting and playing cards when the farm was slack. In summer, a group of children couldn't help but jump into the dam. They took off their legs and got out of the water, practiced holding their breath in the water, or walked around with their toes, pretending to be able to swim. However, the dam did not produce swimming athletes. Although we often soaked in the water, we were all a group of land ducks.

I like adventure and am addicted to adventure. One summer, my family started preparing for the farm early in the morning. Many people came to help me, and my parents neglected my supervision. I took advantage of their inattention and quietly came to the dam. I planned this action for one night and wondered if I could rush through the big tree lying horizontally in the water. Because it was morning, the water was still a little cold, I put my hands into the water and tried it. It made my joints feel a little painful. But the tenacity made me take off my clothes resolutely and drill into the water with a thud. The movement in the dam made me feel uncomfortable.

My mother was the first to see my disappearance. She shouted my nickname on the sidelines at the top of the court and scolded me. I thought, I would just do it, and I would just carry out my adventure to the end. I plunged into the water, pinched my nose and climbed forward under the water. According to my calculations before I entered the water, when I thought I had passed through the big tree, I was about to float out of the water when I thought I had passed through the big tree. Unexpectedly, I encountered the irregular big tree and almost fainted. I covered my scalp with one hand and crawled out of the underside of the tree. I saw my mother walking towards the dam. I didn't care about the pain just now, so I jumped out of the water and carried my clothes and ran away.

At that time, there were many children in the village. 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, with many white and tender human dumplings boiling inside. When everyone was having fun, one suddenly shouted, "Girls are here!" Everyone's rhythm was unified, and they hid their necks below the water. Sure enough, they saw a girl from the same village coming over, and we laughed at her. When she saw this scene, it seemed that she could be like

After seeing something that he shouldn't have seen, he covered his eyes and left quickly. As soon as she left, we came out of the water collectively and laughed wildly. There were also "bad people" who deliberately scared the big boy who was raising faster, usually making up a woman's name. The big boy wiped the water droplets on his eyes with his hands, stood out of the water with a smile, shouting: Where? Where? At this time, a woman came up, and everyone was hiding in the water and laughing loudly. The big boy's shy cheeks were red.

In addition to bringing us a lot of happiness, the dam also adds melody to the night in our village. There are many frogs lurking in the dam. At night, the frogs start singing, and the singing is one after another. The whole night of the night, the village was shrouded in a "wow" sound, which is very pastoral. With the companion of the frogs, I dared to go through the night and go to my grandfather's house to visit.

One day later, a excavator came to the village, and black smoke burst into the dam. He drove into the dam and started working with its hard iron claws. After digging for several days, half of the dam was nearly twice as deep as before. At that time, I stood by the wall of the yard at home and began to worry about the dam. I was worried that the group of people would ignore it while digging, which made us lose a lot of happiness. As expected, the dredging work ended halfway, and half was shelved as before. What I couldn't understand most was that the water inlet was also blocked by the dug out silt. I had a premonition that there would be no more water in the dam, and the ending was the same. I never saw water in the dam again.

Every time I pass by the now-dried dam, my childhood is suddenly in front of me. Abandon some selfish aspects, the dam is like a mirror in the village, and must be a very spiritual mirror. Now that the water is dry, the mirror disappears and spirituality no longer exists.

Water is the source of all things, and places with water are naturally rich in spiritual energy. I wonder if the cadres in the village have any idea of ​​repairing the dam again. I am a little worried about this, and I am worried that all the spiritual energy in the village will be sucked dry by the dry dam, which will not give the children fun, and will also lose Feng Shui in the village.

There is a dam in the village, with water, fish and frogs in the water. Isn’t this a very harmonious thing?
Chapter completed!