Hutuo River and My Original Text

Since I was three or four years old, my grandmother always fixed her eyes and sighed at me, saying, "Your temper is really a small Hutuo River." Whenever I am naughty, my mother and sister say the same about me. But from their voices, I don't recognize that they are scolding me, and it seems that there is still some praise; But their solemn eyes and tone clearly have the meaning of warning. I really don't understand why I should be said with Hutuo River.

The Hutuo River is only a mile away from our village. I had not seen the Hutuo River at that time. What is a river? I have no idea in my mind. I only know that the Hutuo River is wild and difficult to control. I really want to meet it and see what I have in common with it. I think it is probably a person, stronger than me, and maybe only it can control me.

Not long after, I remember it was spring. My sister and Aunt Bao and I went to the Hutuo River to dig wild garlic with bamboo baskets and hoes. Aunt Bao took me along the way. She has no children and especially likes dolls. I asked Aunt Bao and my sister, "What is the Hutuo River like? How can I call it when I see it? " They said, "Don't shout, it's not human. You'll know when you get there. " I still can't figure out their answers.

When we walked into an endless wilderness, Aunt Bao pointed to the front and said, "That's the Hutuo River." But I didn't see anything. Where is the Hutuo River? There is nothing there. It's a dusty beach, lying there ignorant, except for sand, full of stones, large and small. I feel extremely disappointed, Hutuo River, you have humiliated me! How can I be like this Hutuo River that cries that I should not wake up?

My sister and Aunt Bao were talking and laughing in the Woods on the shore, with their heads down to pick wild vegetables. I walked to the Hutuo River they said with full sadness. I look for my lost dream, and look for the Hutuo River in my heart in Hutuo River.

as soon as I stepped off the beach from the shore, my sister shouted to me, "Don't go there, come ashore quickly." I am puzzled. I don't know what a shore is. What's so terrible about sand and stones? I just want to move on. My sister ran down in the wind and dragged me into the Woods, saying, "Just stay on the shore, go down, and the water will wash you away." I stared at my sister and asked, "Where is the flood?" My sister said to me, "Yes. Come as you say. " My sister explained to me: "A few years ago, someone went from one side of the river to the other, walking on the beach, and suddenly saw the Hutuo River coming. It stood high and rushed over. Before it could turn around, the man was washed away. "

Sister's words made my hair explode. I looked at the Hutuo River a few steps away with real fear. Is it really coming? Looking from the far left to the far right, the gray sand and gray stones seem to be rolling up, and the head and tail are not visible. I feel vaguely that the Hutuo River is a huge snake flying. This beach is its shed skin, and countless stones are scales of skin. Only then did I feel that this lifeless skin (whether it is snake's or river's) is as terrible as a snake swimming in the grass. I know, the snake will come as soon as it says. Before you can see it clearly, it has already run away from the grass. The Hutuo River must also be like this.

I haven't seen the Hutuo River, but it has stopped me. On the way home, Aunt Bao took my hand and said, "Oh, your hands are so cold!" " I don't say anything. They didn't think that I was scared by the Hutuo River that I had never seen before. Not only my hands are cold, but my heart is cold, I know it myself.

when I got home, the first thing I asked my grandmother was, "How can I be like Hutuo River?" Grandma smiled and said, "Have you seen the Hutuo River? Tell me what the Hutuo River looks like. " Grandma must know in her heart that she can't see the real Hutuo River now. I said, "Hutuo River is dry stone and dry sand." "That's not a river." "Where is the river?" "The river hasn't come yet." "When will you come?" "Just like your bad temper, when you come, no one can tell, for fear that you can't tell yourself." What my grandmother said was exactly the same as what my sister said. Now I understand why they say I am a small Hutuo River.

In the autumn of p>1929, I was in the first grade in the village primary school. One day, the window was bright, and I woke up like a dream, as if I had been pushed by someone. First of all, I felt a sound that seemed too loud to be heard. It should be sound, but heaven and earth became unusually silent because of it: all known and familiar sounds were swallowed up by it. I asked my grandmother, "What is this noise?" Grandma whispered, "The river is flooded." The big river is the Hutuo River. I skidded down from the kang to the ground, and I didn't have time to put on my clothes. I started to run outside and shouted, "Why didn't you wake me up?" "It came in the middle of the night, and no one knew when it came." At this moment, I seem to hear hundreds of dogs in the village groaning! My two dogs are tilting their necks, but I didn't hear the barking. Their voices were swallowed up by the Hutuo River. They probably felt strange, too, and began to stop barking. They crouched on the ground, their ears pricked up. They have never seen the Hutuo River. That sound, no, that Hutuo River seems to be spewing out from the deep underground for a while; Then I felt that the sky was thundering, as if it had fallen from the sky. My grandmother once again said to me, "This is the Hutuo River." At this time, although I haven't seen the Hutuo River yet, I really feel it coming. I can hear the moaning barking of dogs and the calls of villagers from far and near, but I can't distinguish them at the moment. Also, this is a turbulent atmosphere that fills the whole space ... This is the momentum of the Hutuo River.

Grandma held out her hands and stopped me from going. Where can she stop me? Am I not a small Hutuo River? The Hutuo River is getting louder and louder, and the flood seems to have flooded our village. I heard someone standing on the roof and shouting in a muffled voice, "Young students, stop the water quickly, bring a shovel and a four-toothed iron rake!" " Of course, I am a young man. I shouldered the shovel as I was told and ran to the gate. People are all running towards the river, and I am integrated into the stream of people ...

A few days ago, it kept raining heavily. Today, there are no clouds, but it feels dark and low. I ran with the adults without rest, and after a critical moment (an ancient city wall), I saw the Hutuo River impressively. It is not like water flowing, but a large piece of dark brown land crawling all over the place. I can't see the bright splash. It's ten thousand wild animals in Qian Qian hunched their backs and galloped. As a result of galloping, their stretched and contracted bodies have been stretched many times, forming an unusually broad and harmonious rhythm. The Hutuo River is divided into two parts: the upper part and the lower part. Below is the dignified land of water, and above is the wild animals flying in dense colors, as if they were flying in the water. I heard the voice that drowned everything, and it was the roar of the ten thousand wild animals in Qian Qian, and the gasps of the water they trampled on.

The forest where my sister and Aunt Bao picked wild garlic has disappeared. All the gray sand and stones that caused my sadness and fear are gone. Obviously, they were swallowed alive by the Hutuo River. Now I understand what my sister said about the shore. The shore is the land that the river always wants to swallow, and it is not stable. The older students forbade me and other younger students to walk to the shore, but I still got through the bare fence with the same color as Hutuo River and walked to the front of the river. I feel that the ground under my feet seems to jump on the river involuntarily. I reach into the muddy river. I want to touch the Hutuo River. It almost pulls me into its arms, and I feel its strong palm tightly holding my hand. A man picked me up and threw me behind the crowd.

My sister came to look for me. She didn't force me to go home. She just grabbed my hand and stood on a high ground. Passing through the crowd, I saw a layer of sawdust-like foam floating on the river on the shore. Here is a bend. Many brave men use four-toothed harrows to pick up the whole tree, drowned sheep, rafters, windows, doors and clothes from the river … but no one goes down into the river.

When I came to the Hutuo River, I didn't seem to hear any sound, even the shouts of the adults, only their wide mouths and moving nostrils. The sound of the river became a frozen space.

I feel how small I am for the first time!

A few days later, when the flood subsided, I went to see the Hutuo River once. The shore appeared again, and the stones appeared again. The Hutuo River didn't seem to go far away, as if the whole land had sunk into the deep earth, and it could come out at any time.

Hutuo River is my life's core monuments River. It's big and I'm small. I will never grow as big as it, but I can hide it deeply in my heart, including its dark brown river like trembling earth, its trembling shore, and its roar and atmosphere filled with heaven and earth.