Highlights of Border Town

a small stream goes down and flows around the mountain cave, and it joins the big river in the cave in about three miles. If people walk over the stream and over the hill, they will reach the edge of Chadong City only one mile away. Streams are like bows, and mountain roads are like bowstrings, so there is a small difference between the distance and the distance. The stream is about twenty feet wide and the riverbed is made of large stones. The still water, even if it is too deep to fall to the bottom, is still clear and transparent, and fish in the middle reaches of the river can be counted.

it was two years ago. In Duanyang in May, the grandfather of the ferry head found someone to replace him, so he took the yellow dog and Cuicui into the city and went to the river to watch boating. The river is full of people, four long boats in scarlet are sliding in the pool, the dragon boat water has just risen, the water in the river is bean green, the weather is so clear, the drums are ringing, Cui Cui is sipping her mouth without saying a word, and her heart is full of unspeakable happiness. There were too many people by the river, and everyone looked at the river with their eyes open. Not long after, the yellow dog was still around, but my grandfather was crowded out.

Cuicui is getting bigger every day, and she blushes when she accidentally mentions something. Time is growing and she seems to be urging her to take some responsibility for another thing. She is glad to see the new bride with a powdered face, to tell stories about the new bride, to wear wild flowers on her head, and to listen to people singing. She can already appreciate the lingering place of the tea cave people's singing. Sometimes she seems a little lonely. She loves to sit on the rocks and stare at the stars in the sky. If grandpa asks, "Cuicui, what are you thinking?" With a little shyness, she said softly, "I'm watching ducks fight!" "

the weather is getting hotter and hotter. In June, when the weather was a little hot, the old boatman moved a dusty black pottery jar out of the corner of the house, and he also spared time to make a round cover by splicing several boards. He sawed wood to make a tripod, shaved a big bamboo tube, tied it with kudzu vine, and put it on the side of the jar as furniture for scooping tea.

the evening is still gentle, beautiful and calm. But if a person is aware of this current situation, it will be a little thin and desolate in this dusk. So, this day has become a painful thing. Cui Cui feels as if something is missing. It seems that seeing this day has passed, I want to climb it on a new personnel, but I can't. It seems that life is too ordinary to bear.

Moonlight is like silver, which shines everywhere. Bamboo on the mountain turns black in the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me is as dense as rain. From time to time, I don't know where, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "falling and hissing!" " Squeezing at its throat, before long, the little bird seemed to understand that it was midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still slept with its little eyes closed.

it really rained heavily at night, accompanied by frightening thunder. When the lightning passed over the roof, it was followed by an explosion. Cui Cui was shaking in the dark. Grandfather also woke up, knowing that she was afraid and worried that she would catch cold, and got up and put a cloth sheet on her. Grandpa said, "Cui Cui, don't be afraid!" "

A group of transition people came, with burdens, figures who appeared to be on business trips, and mother and daughter. Mother wore a new starched blue cloth dress, and the girl's face was painted with two cakes of red, and she wore a new dress that didn't fit very well. She went up to the relatives' house to visit the dragon boat.

After everyone got on the boat and stabilized, Cuicui looked at the little girl and pulled the boat across the stream. The child is estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old from Cuicui, but he looks very charming and seems to have never left his mother. I was wearing a pair of spiked shoes with newly oiled tips, which were stained with some yellow mud. Pants are made of that kind of purple green cloth. See cui cui is looking at her, she also looked at cui cui, eyes as bare as two crystal balls. A little shy, a little uncomfortable, but also a little unspeakable love.

The sunny weather after the rain has given people a little strength when the sun hits their shoulders and backs. The reeds and willows by the stream and the vegetables in the garden are all flourishing and full of wild life. Green grasshoppers are flying everywhere in the grass, and their wings are rustling when they beat the air. The sound of new cicadas on the branches has gradually become louder. There are yellow birds and bamboo finches and cuckoos singing in the bamboo rafts of the two mountains. Cuicui feels, looks and listens, but also thinks:

When dusk comes, Cuicui sits under the white tower behind her house and watches the sky as a thin peach-colored cloud baked by sunset. On the 14th Zhongzhai, businessmen in the city bought off many people from mountain products, and there were also many transition people. Grandfather was busy on the ferry. It's almost night, and all the other finches seem to be resting, only the cuckoo keeps barking. Stone and soil have been exposed to the sun for a whole day, and plants have been exposed to the sun for a whole day. At this time, a kind of hot air is released. The air smells of earth, plants and beetles. Cui Cui looked at the red clouds in the sky and listened to the chaotic voice of businessmen floating in the ferry, and her heart was a little thin and desolate.

the evening is still gentle, beautiful and calm. But if a person is aware of this current situation, it will be a little thin and desolate in this dusk. So, this day has become a painful thing. Cui Cui feels as if something is missing. It seems that seeing this day has passed, I want to climb it on a new personnel, but I can't. It seems that life is too ordinary to bear.

The moonlight is extremely soft, and there is a thin layer of white fog floating on the stream. If someone sings to the stream at this time, it is really beautiful to be across the stream. Cui Cui still remembers the jokes told by her grandfather before. I'm not deaf, but my grandfather's words are very clear. What's going on when a brother walks away and sings to kill such an evening? She seems to have been silent for a long time in order to wait for such a song.

After an average month, it seems that all the pains in people's hearts have been cured in that long day. The weather is particularly hot, and everyone is only busy sweating and eating rice wine with cold water. There is no need to worry, and the worries can't stay in people's lives. Every day, Cuicui goes to the side facing away from the sun under the White Pagoda for a nap. The height is extremely cool, and there are so many bamboo finches and other birds in the two mangosteen that she is floating in her sleep because of the singing of mountain birds, and her dreams are often absurd.