The water in a rubber tube was spraying water quickly outside, and the water sprayed outside flowed to the dry Gobi underground, and was eventually steamed by the sun.

"Can you boil the water down?" I said to a colleague with a serious expression. He seemed a little puzzled after hearing what I said, and even a little resistant. What we are doing is cleaning the equipment workshop, which is used to wash the mop. The scene I saw was that the water pipe was also rushing water when it was not washed.

Seeing that stream of clear stream was wasted, my heart ached faintly. When I stopped my colleague's wasteful behavior, I had a great ideological struggle. Should I care? Is it worth it? No matter what, I still stubbornly stepped forward to dissuade me. Although I made that colleague a little disgusted at that time, I thought it was worth it, and this is the value I needed.

Maybe only by knowing the preciousness of something can you know how to cherish it! I think my colleague must have never experienced the panic caused by water shortage, otherwise he would not have been disgusted with my dissuasion like that; for me, water is life. I have deeply experienced the uneasiness brought by water shortage, and the mark that is engraved in my heart will not be forgotten, no matter where I go!

When I was young, my hometown was very poor and I couldn't afford to build a water cellar. People in a village rely on a small spring to quench their thirst and live. I have heard before that some people in the city laughed at the rural people for not taking a bath. I just smiled faintly and didn't want to justify the ignorant ridicule. When we can't even guarantee the water we drink, what's the point of taking a bath? Isn't that a crime! Before dawn, people in the village were already carrying buckets to line up to get water. If they went too late, they could only get brown and yellow turbid water. Such water was not good to cook. Therefore, there are many ghost stories circulating in the village, saying that some people met ghosts in the valley. From this phenomenon, it can be reflected that the people in our village got up as early as the ghosts, so that they could meet ghosts, right?

In that dry and silent ravine, there was my shadow. When my brother and I could carry a bucket of water, we volunteered to our family to get water from the ravine. Our parents arranged a deadly task for us, and we went to the ditch to carry a bucket of water every day after school. The reason why we wanted to carry water was that we saw that our parents had already worked very hard all day and helped them share some housework. The second was that we felt it was fun. Every time we went to carry water, it was like an adventure, which could bring me endless imagination.

The ditch was winding and with a high depth. When I walked to the bottom of the ditch, I looked up at the top of the hill. The hill was connected to the white clouds and blue sky. At the lowest point of the ditch, there was a spring. It slowly dripped out water bit by bit. I held a scoop in my hand and waited quietly for the water in the spring to increase slowly. At this time, the water was still turbid, but I had to wait until it was cleared. Many times, my brothers and brothers came home with a bucket of orange-yellow mud water. My mother had to cook for us to eat for a few hours, and wait until the soil settled under the bucket.

The people in the village are wise, and sometimes the sweet spring will be full. In order not to waste the spring water, the villagers blocked a large spring 50 meters downstream of the spring. The spring water above overflowed and flowed down to the big spring. The water in the spring can be used for livestock to drink or wash clothes. When they were young, they often brought a very dirty basin of clothes to the big spring next to the big spring to wash clothes with other children in the village, which was also a pleasure.

I stood by the edge of the ditch and shouted vigorously. I heard the sound passing along each ditch. Then I could hear several echoes of my echoes echoing in the valley. On the edge of the ditch, a "uncle" (not old and my seniority) built a small brick kiln there. When I passed by the brick kiln, I saw that the kiln was burning in the kiln, making the whole night light red. The old man and his son were sweating profusely. The reason why the old man built the brick kiln in that place was because he wanted to borrow the spring water in the ditch, and burning brick water was also a necessary element. I think the villagers also had more or less opinions in their hearts, because burning bricks would consume a lot of water. In those years when water turned into gold, it was understandable to complain.

"Young guys, come! I'll teach you something fun!" The grandfather with a blue face saw us on the edge of the ditch. The grandfather might have some disease and looked very bad. His main task of the day was to pull the donkey into the ditch. He watched the donkey eat grass on the edge of the ditch. At night, he asked someone to help him pull the donkey on the edge of the ditch and went home.

"Grandmaster, what fun do you want to teach us?" We looked sweating profusely.

What the great master taught us was what they played with when they were young. They used mud lumps to pinch a round earth cake and took a round pit on the earth cake. The great master prepared his posture and threw the earth cake to the ground. He heard a "clang" sound, and the earth cake broke and made a loud noise. We were instantly happy! So everyone pinched the earth cake and set off a "cannon" around the great master.

Later, living conditions improved, and my father built a pool for our house. He stored the rainwater in the sky in that pool. The rainwater was sweet but a little astringent. However, it was much better than the spring water. Although the spring water was also very sweet, it was too salty and the more you drank, the thirsty it became. Once my grandfather sat on the kang while drinking a can of tea, he sighed: The water in the sky was sweeter than the spring. I looked at my grandfather's happy smile at that time and knew that drinking spring water was the dream of several generations.

Grandpa passed away two years ago. After we buried his grandfather, several of his grandsons ran into the ditch to fetch water again. The spring was still vented with water. Someone dug a round hole on the ice-cold surface. It seemed that water had been taken. I couldn't wait to pick up the horse spoon and took a sip of the spring water, and I felt sweet and delicious. At that time, my brother was recording the video, and I deliberately made a strong look when I drank water to express my awe of the spring.

When that colleague was feeling a little emotional to me, I said to him kindly, maybe you can't understand the pain in my heart, because you have never lacked water, but I am different. Can you imagine how you live a life without even drinking water?

When I finished these words, the colleague was speechless. I wonder if he really understood the importance of water to me. It doesn’t matter. In today’s peaceful and prosperous era, aren’t more and more people also slaughtering food and wasting water sources?
Chapter completed!