The weather gradually turned cool, and the breeze blew on the water surface of the Lixia River, and then the shadows of sparkling trees appeared. Fish with "spirituality" roam in their "territory" and live an unrestrained life.

Appreciating this picture reminds me of the "moat river" in my hometown. In our childhood, we often took off in small groups without leaving even a small underpants. He plopped into the water to play. In the evening of summer, I took a bath early and moved a stool. It is right to preempt the market.

As the night fell, those who went down to the ground came back. Hurry home without stopping, take a bottle of Erguotou after taking a bath, and take out a table. I simply drank old wine. I really feel like singing to wine.

More people, more topics. When he spoke to me, he mostly talked about small things, trivial things, and common things about housework. It is like a mess of fried dough twist in a pan. Several older people took a slow sip with small teapots, and then talked about the origin of the "moat river". It is said that during the Anti-Japanese War, a boatman saved a general on the river, so he got his name. I don't know they blew it. It's still true. I only know how to make fun. I don't know when, a song "Meng Jiangnv" reverberated in the sky by the bustling river. The voice is not beautiful enough, but it is still in the ear. At this time, a rough and magnificent "Chinese Heart" echoes it. Hearing the sound, I knew it was Kang Wuzi from the east. He shouted at the top of his voice. His roar not only delighted everyone, but also startled the birds in the tree. They were chattering with fear. It seems that they are also following. A few women in the south were flushed and spitting for some reason. It was like a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City. Little fish and shrimp are also jumping and jumping in a hurry. I don't know who to cheer for!

The riverside has performed many, many things, without earthshaking achievements, but it reflects the truth, goodness and beauty of simple and honest farmers. Now the original feeling of going home and coming back to the river has become blurred. Only that row of old poplar trees and the river are dependent on each other. There is also the sound of running water, talking about the story of the small river.