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There is an old loop in front of our village. The river is not wide, and the current is neither rush nor slow.

Like all the children in the mountains, wildness is our nature, and this river has become a paradise for us when we were children. A fierce boy plunged down, whirlpool on the water, and a small head came out from the other side of the river for a long time. We are grinning, unfettered. Fighting water fights in waist-deep water is like trying their own unique tricks of playing in the water. Our little friends, everyone has their own strengths. Strike a Mengzi, hug the dog, hit the drifting ocean (that is, backstroke), suffocate the child (that is, squat under the water). I can backstroke, and I can lie in the water for a long time without sinking. My friend Agui’s strength is to hold her breath for the longest time in the water. Every time she does this action, we will check for her, keep counting and counting. ! The longest time is to count to a hundred. Of course, there are not many opportunities for such unrestrained freedom to go wild. Adults are forbidden to swim in the river. Someone in the village was once drowned by the river. The adults will always scare us, saying that there are dead ghosts in the river, be careful to catch you. We dont care, we just ignore what the adults say, and there is always a way to avoid the adults sight and restraint.

In the old Hetao, the water is usually not deep and the current is not rushing. The bridges built with two pine poles on both sides of the river are useless. But when it rained, the situation was different. The river almost calmed down with the wooden bridge. The water turned over the waves, and swiftly descended in a whirlpool, turning into a big river with wide waves. I once had an adventure experience, and thinking about it many years later, I still have lingering fears. Our village is small, and we have to walk three miles to and from school to the brigade school in the neighboring village. Once when I came back from school, it was catching up with the heavy rain and high tide. When I walked back from the bridge fearfully, the more I was afraid, the more my legs trembled, and I walked to the other side of the bridge a few steps, and my eyes fell dark with a splash. Fortunately, my eyes were quick and my hands were quick, I grabbed the two pine bridge poles with both hands at once. At this time, the straw hat I was wearing fell into the river. I quickly grabbed it with one hand and held the brim in my mouth. Then he held the bridge pole with both hands and rubbed it to the shore little by little. When I got ashore, I still held my straw hat in my mouth, and my friends were hugging me, crying and laughing.

At that time, we had to help our family after school. Every family raised pigs. Our housework was mainly picking vegetables for the pigs. There are lush wild vegetables growing on both sides of the big river, which is of course the best place to pick pig vegetables. We carried the basket and walked downstream along the river. The river was crystal clear, and from time to time we could see small fishes and shrimps swimming in the water just like us. We often couldnt help ourselves. Before we picked up the basket full of vegetables, we jumped into the river to fish for fish and shrimps. There are clusters of willow trees growing on both sides of the river, and every tree stump that grows under the river water is a home for small fish, so we use baskets to fish. At that time, I knew many kinds of fish in the river: willow root fish, skewers, old head fish, crucian carp seeds, white floating fish, and loach. The best thing to look at is the willow root fish. The back is dark gray and the front breast is silvery white. Catch it up, it may not know what the danger is, blinking its bright eyes to look at us. In fact, it becomes a delicious fish sauce on our table at night. The time at that time was really happy.

Sometimes I often sit in a daze by the river. The river flows rushingly from north to south. The small village is sandwiched between the front and rear mountains. Only it is free and unrestrained, like a small wild horse without restraint. Especially in spring, it is a wreck. The river has no feet, but it can flow far, far away, and I have two feet, but I cant get out of the ground under my feet. The children in the mountains yearn for the world beyond the mountains, but we are not free. I cast my gaze into the rushing river, maybe it can take my mind far, far away...

When I was young, I used to ask my father curiously: Where does this river come from and where does it flow? My father told me that it brought together the water from the three upstream villages, and then flowed all the way south, and finally flowed to the Huifa River, which is far and far away, and then from Huifa River to the Songhua River which is far and far away... I remember. After the Huifa River, I remember the Songhua River, which is the river I have been longing for. Later, I walked out of this old loop and out of the mountain. When I was in middle school, I was admitted to the town middle school, next to the school is the Huifa River that I yearned for when I was a kid. It is much wider than the old hetao in our hometown, and the river is much more turbulent. It gave me a taste of the true meaning of the term turbulent and magnificent.

Later, I left my hometown, the old Hetao, and Huifa River. I personally visited the beautiful Songhua River where the lyrics were chanted for a long time, and witnessed it rushing and flowing farther and farther. When I left my hometown, I really realized that in this life I am just a passerby of it, and I have been shaken by time on the other side of the river.

When I return to my hometown, I always feel like a world away. The old hetao is gone. The largest reservoir in the town has been built between the two mountains upstream of it. There is only a small river that is almost dry. It flows shallowly under the gate of the reservoir. The river is turbid and unclear, and you can’t see the past. Small fishes and shrimps, as well as the dense weeds and wildflowers on both sides of the bank. The crops on both sides of the strait are high and dense, deepening my long sigh. Yesterday’s sweetness, sadness and nostalgia will all drift with the flow. My life is only a certain part of it. I know that my hometown is more and more away from me. Far……