Jia Pingwo essay: pond pond

At that time, I was very young, a naïve child, my father died in a movement, but my mother left me and went out of the house. Alone, I was taken to my hometown in the countryside by my grandmother. My grandmother was too old to pick up a needle, so she was busy washing people all day long, and the small stick mallet was pounding on the cloth stone. I first stood by the side, the sound was too monotonous, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to the pond in front of the door alone to find fun.

There is life in the pond, there are colors, the red lotus, the white goose, the green lotus... They live their lives, each with its own pleasures. But I could not go into the water, but just looked at the dew, rolling on the lotus leaves into broken beads, rolling into large ones, and at the end, the sun was clean in a wisp. The school of fish, scattered in one piece, gathered another pile, and suddenly all dispersed, only a blank. They didn't recognize me, but I remembered them firmly, and shook a sycamore on the shore, and dropped a leaf to their side, and I thought that was me, and among them, I called them friends.

In the winter, it was a very sad thing for me, the pond was frozen, the flowers were white, and my friends were never seen again. I went along the pond to look for it, but there were only a few dead reeds, floating in the wind, Caught one, held it in the palm of my hand, suddenly flew again, went to catch it again, flew it again... My grandmother knew my troubles, and while pounding the mallet and wiping away tears, the villagers said that I was a strange child, what was I looking for?

Time passed day by day, the pond began to wind, and the ice melted piece by piece. One day, I was watching, and in the distance, there seemed to be a yellow scroll, and in many places, there were also such rolls. What's that? I kept it for half a day, and the volume never unfolded. Grandmother said, "Ah, the lotus leaf is coming out!" I listened, but I was sad, thinking that the pool was so green, so green that it was inky, but it could not dye the tender yellow of the lotus leaves, was it suffering from any disease? Was it sick in the water one winter? All I know is that the grass grows up from under the slate, is it such a color, such a grievance, does this water also have the same oppression as the slate?

But it finally slowly unfolded, a round, peaceful appearance, flat floating on the surface of the water and not moving. Three days, five days, the circle will increase, the first one will show dark green, the new one is still light green, and it is arranged like a paved stone road. The pond began to bustle, my friends appeared again, and it was time for a paradise again.

I didn't think that this night was windy and rainy, and it was noisy and noisy all night. Before dawn and before the rain stopped, I hurried to the pond. Sure enough, the pool was fuller than ever, the lotus leaves were in disarray, some had been broken, some were immersed in the water, and I couldn't help but cry.

Just then, there was a scream, it was so miserable, I looked up, it was a bird, fat, the feathers were not plump, but a wisp of wetness was attached to the body, standing on a lotus leaf and chirping. The lotus leaf could not bear its weight and slowly sank. Frightened, it flapped its wings and flew onto another lotus leaf. The lotus leaf was turbulent, it almost fell, it jumped on a lotus leaf again, but immediately sank, without its abdomen, it screamed, splashed a splash, and landed on another lotus leaf, leaning over, shaking in clusters...

Did I feel sorry for it, did it accidentally fall from the nest in the tree, or was it greedy and curious, forgetting my mother's advice, to appreciate the world? Poor little bird! How can the world allow you to go? How can you bear this wind and rain? Even though I have all the sympathy on the shore, how can I save you?

Suddenly, a white goose swam on the other side of the pond, so white that it seemed to make a pond suddenly bright, and it swam very quickly toward the bird. Is it meant to be a nuisance? I was so frightened that I was about to pick up a stone to hit it, but the white goose swam close to the bird and stopped motionless. The bird immediately flew down on its back, shrunk into a ball, and crouched on it, and the white goose barked, like a small boat, and swam leisurely toward the shore, and finally docked at a rock on the shore, and the bird flapped its wings, jumped down, and burrowed into a bush of woolly willows and disappeared.

I exhaled deeply, felt the majesty and greatness, and immediately felt guilty again, ashamed of the wronged white goose, so I ran desperately, picked it up, shouted loudly, ran in this wind and rain...