Old Well

Beside the ancient well, there were a lot of weeds, thorns all over, cobweb sealed the wellhead, Moss covered the well edge, and the ancient well in front of us lost its former fragrance, which made people sad. This ancient well has a history of over 100 years, which is less than 200 meters away from the township where I used to work. Every time when it was mentioned, the old people would talk about its story endlessly, and their words were full of love. It is said that one summer in the last century, there was a drought that was rare in a hundred years in the northeast of Sichuan. The sun is like a fireball, burning the earth. The Earth can’t bear the suffering of water shortage, groaning in the heat. The paddy field was cracked and the crops were totally harvested. Even the lonely and drought-resistant bamboos at ordinary times drooped their heads at the last gasp, staring at the rolling and withered leaves. What was more terrible was that people nearby and people in Ji town had problems in drinking water. People were so anxious that they went out to look for water one after another. Some climbed mountains and mountains to fetch water from Jialing River several miles away, and some carried their heads and dug all over the mountains, hoping to find new water sources. As time goes by, the high temperature continues. Near farmer Zhang big sleep. It was late at night, he sat alone on the stone bench of the yard dam, meditating dejectedly. The stars all over the sky did not care about people’s feelings at all, and were still blinking mischievously. The cigarette burning between uncle’s fingers was about to be burnt, and he didn’t notice at all. The fireworks seemed a little lonely in the dense night. In the corner of the thatched cottage, occasionally there came one or two dull barking of dogs, which broke the silence of the night. Uncle Zhang lost sleep that night. In a daze, an old man with peaked hair and childlike appearance came to him. The old man wore a long coat with long hair and a fan in his right hand. He saw a smile on his face and pointed to the vegetable garden not far away, if you say something, then go away. Uncle Zhang woke up from his dream, turned over and got out of bed, carried the hoe behind the door, and headed straight to the vegetable garden, which scared his family into panic and ran after him. When he came to the vegetable garden, Uncle Zhang hesitated a little, then went to a place where the ferns were growing vigorously, pulled open the grass, picked up the hoe, waved a few hoes, and a clear spring burst out, the spring water looks more silvery under the moon glow. That night, people’s eyes were filled with tears of happiness. Later, people dug a hole more than deep around the Spring hole, and built a circle of regular Stone strips around, just like a regular hexagon, all the way to the ground, finally, a smooth stone circle was covered on the mouth, and the ancient well became what it is now. The spring water in the ancient well is very large and has been lasting for years, nourishing the people nearby. When it is full, it will quietly overflow into the ditch below, which is convenient for people to irrigate crops. In the 1970 s and 1980 s, due to the existence of villages and towns and schools, people came to the ancient well to fetch water in an endless stream. People who carried water, washed clothes and searched for vegetables were very busy beside the ancient well. Put the barrel rope through the bamboo hole and cover it on the bamboo pole, gently put it into the well, then stretch the bamboo pole down to make the rope pull the bucket to tilt and enter the water, then a bucket of water can be poured out at once, the clear well water flows down along the edge of the bucket, spreading all over the ground. If it accidentally splashes on the peasant woman’s feet, it will also cause a burst of abuse. The Western Sky was covered with red sunset glow, and smoke curling over the village. The men didn’t have time to change their clothes which were full of sweat, so they carried buckets to the well one after another. The people who fetched water lined up a long line. The squeak generated by the swinging of the iron buckets and the tinkling sound generated by the buckets falling to, the sound of splashing under the well water, talking and laughing with people, was just like a beautiful symphony at dusk. The ancient well had no time to appreciate it and squeezed the sweet milk desperately to nurture the industrious and kind people. After a while, people’s figures disappeared in the twilight. The ancient well had been exhausted for a long time, and it had no time to wash it and then entered a sweet dream. The ancient well was so busy until the 1990 s of this century. It grows old, its skin is covered with weeds, its face is covered with wrinkles, and its neck is also damaged. We and several villagers drained the water in the well, climbed the ladder seam of the well wall down to the bottom of the well, scooped out the silt at the bottom of the well, cleaned up the water-shedding spring holes and pulled out the weeds on the inner wall, repair the well ring with cracks, and the ancient well is full of youth. Later, the school and its surroundings were connected with tap water, but we still couldn’t give up our attachment to well water. Well boiled rice is particularly thick, sweet and nutritious. The old people in the village live longer, which is said to be related to the quality of well water. When they are thirsty, they even drink directly without boiling. People in the village are still willing to go to the ancient well to wash and wash dishes, because the well water is warm in winter and cool in summer, which can bring people warmth in winter and cool in summer. In 1992, with the development of withdrawing from the township and merging the town, the township where I worked was removed, and hundreds of staff said goodbye to the ancient well with reluctance. Then the school I was in was abandoned. The ancient well was like an old man in the dead years, watching the children leave with tears. Since then, the ancient well has become more desolate. Because I couldn’t give up my missing for the ancient well, I went to the well along the familiar and strange path. An uncle in the field saw me and greeted me warmly. I said: uncle, are all the people in the village OK? The uncle replied: they are all very good. Some go out to work, and some buy houses and enter the city. When it comes to this, the uncle reveals a little sadness in his pride, but it is a pity for these deserted lands. Why don’t you live in the city with your children? The uncle was a little excited, but also a little helpless: I have to hold the ancient well in the corner of my hometown and listen to our conversation quietly. I devoutly cleared the cobweb at the wellhead, leaned down my humble body, and put a clear spring into my mouth. The well water seemed to be sweeter than before. In the afternoon of 2015.1.27, praise in the shabby room (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished in spring

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