My husband said he would give us a ride. He went to get some mountain spring water. I met a familiar person at the water intake, a peer with a flat head. He used dozens of meters of leather pipes to directly guide the water down and pour it into the bucket, which is convenient, labor-saving and time-saving. We took advantage of the present situation and got the water soon. The man lives next door to our unit, and his colleague Mr. Shao and he used to be neighbors. He said he got good water and washed the car by the way. What a diligent person. He handed me the hose, put on gloves and buried himself in the garbage around him. This move completely subverted his image in my heart. We also talked about picking up white garbage on the side of the road when climbing mountains. It can be said that there has been no action. His family opened a small shop to handle some groceries for children, because it is next to the school. He also runs a family chess room, and most of his neighbors come in and out, so his home has been very lively. Looking at his bent back, the sun shone on his flat head and his hair looked black and shiny. I don't know whether it is dyed or lost white hair, which makes him full of energy and younger.
After we arrived at Huilongpo, we went down the mountain in the direction of Daqixin Road Village. Go all the way, say all the way.
I like to take a walk in the village, see the life of our little people and feel the warm fireworks in the world. The village at the exit of the ancient road is very small, and few people live there. We walked from the head of the village to the end of the village and only saw seven or eight people. An old couple basked in their own Dojo and made their own brooms with bamboo tips. There is a black dog lying at the foot, a yellow dog standing in front of the hut, and a lovely cat poking around. Fruit trees are planted in front of the house, chickens are raised behind the house, and there are actually two eggs next to the henhouse. When I was a child, I also raised chickens at home. It seems that the number of chickens has never exceeded three. The chicken nest is at the angle between the stairs and the ground at home. Chickens can also lay eggs. My father always asks me to pick them up. Because I am young, I can go into the henhouse. But I don't like it. First, it smells slutty. Second, it's dark, and occasionally touch chicken shit. Now think about it, if there is a place to raise chickens, I will also raise two and let them lay eggs for me. There's no need for more. One day is enough. Have one and a half boiled eggs for breakfast. I couldn't help laughing when I wrote this.
White-haired old people and women have reached the age of self-reliance. The old lady is very talkative, saying that the newly-built three-bay high-rise building next door belongs to the eldest son and the old house in the back three-bay is the second, so they moved out. As I spoke, I tore the bamboo leaves off the branches one by one, and watching her unhurried movements reminded me.
Mr. Mu Xin wrote: In the past, the sun changed slowly, and cars, horses and mail were slow. Just enough to love someone for a lifetime.
Look at the mountains, look at the water, I prefer to look at people. Because we ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment, the surrounding landscape is more beautiful.