In fact, the bridge of life is everywhere. Tangible and intangible, the bridge that holds up the footsteps, the bridge that continues the future when there is no road, the bridge that holds up the hope on the cliff, and the bridge that connects the shortcuts when in urgent need ... they extend the span of life and expand the width of life.
If there really is a Buddha to help the world, I think those bridges and those who built them must be related to the Buddha. In fact, everyone's life is a history connected by a bridge. When I was born, my mother delivered the baby on the heatable adobe sleeping platform. My mother's hand cutting the umbilical cord was the first bridge I came to in my life. When I am not sensible, my sister does housework behind my back. My sister's back is a moving bridge, a bridge that accompanied me through my sick childhood. After my father died, I stood on a small dirt bridge built by him, and my eyes were full of tears. When I was a child, I was timid and only dared to climb around the earth bridge. My father always sees that I can run around the bridge before I look back. My father's eyes are to support me to the independence bridge. On the roadside after my junior high school, Grandpa and Grandma Jin would light a small lamp every night to give me courage to send me home. It is a bridge that frees me from fear and gives me humanity. My father died, my mother was seriously ill, and I was about to drop out of school. Teacher Zhou helped me out of my grief and pulled me back to class. She built a bridge of will in my heart. When I was ready to give up the unified exam because I didn't have the travel expenses, Teacher Gong found me a van to take the exam. That's the bridge to the future that Teacher Gong built for me with love at the end of the road ... If you count carefully, you can't count how many bridges have carried me today.
After enjoying the bridges built by others, I am also used to building bridges for myself when there is no way out. I still remember that one morning it was raining cats and dogs, and the small bridge I wanted to cross was washed away by the flood. I watched the treetops of the small trees by the river swaying helplessly in the fierce water, like children's little hands going upstream. At that moment, I wanted to escape. However, there is a mother's expectant eyes behind me, and a teacher's calling eyes in front of me ... I ran home and found some hemp ropes, which were connected and tied to a big tree by the river, and then grabbed that one.
I have enjoyed the bridge on earth. What can I give back to the world? This is a question I occasionally ask myself. I used to work in a hospital for more than ten years. At that time, I thought I was a small bridge between the cliffs of life. If I make such a bridge, my life will fall and never return if I shake it a little and neglect it. Therefore, I hold my conscience in my hand and tell myself never to slack off! Similarly, when many lives I saved smiled at me, I felt that I was bathed in the brightest sunshine in the world. I am happy and proud to think: I am a bridge connecting life, and I am a bridge leading to health!
If you think about it carefully, history can go to this day, and all material and spiritual civilizations exist on the bridges built by predecessors. Standing on the Zhao Zhouqiao, I seem to be walking on the ancient road of Yangguan, and the picture of history is unfolding on both sides; Standing on the overpass, I feel that I am stretching my life on the big stage of modern civilization; Walking on the wooden bridge in my hometown, I feel that I am approaching the natural landscape, and the charm and Zen of nature will penetrate into my skin to nourish my body and mind; And when I hold a book, open the Internet, or communicate with people face to face, I know that I am walking on a bridge of wisdom, a bridge of culture, a bridge of emotion, and a bridge leading to the depths of human soul. .....
In fact, everyone is a bridge, and everything can be considered as a bridge, with marriage as a bridge, direction as a bridge, bricks as a bridge, code words as a bridge ... spiritual bridge, historical bridge, realistic bridge, digital bridge, sound bridge ... Shiqiao overpass, iron cable bridge, family bridge, friendship bridge, life bridge, career bridge, ideal bridge ... facing all kinds of bridges connecting our lives in series.
There is a well in the village. The intersection is a little south. Whose old house is in the south? It seems that it deliberately blocks the way of the well, as if it is under the protection of the village. Villagers call the quantifier of well "eye", "one-eyed well" or "several wells", so the well is the eye of the village. A deep eye is embedded in the embrace of the village, looking up at the sky and birds day and night.
That well is very old, as old as before Emperor Qianlong. At that time, the well was also at the end of the alley To the east of the alley is the Chen family's house, and to the west is the Chai family's house. Both Chen and Chai are engaged in flower planting, and the village is called "Chenjiayuan". When the flowers bloom, the peony of Chen family and the cuckoo of Chai family compete to spit. In front of and behind the house, the streets and alleys are full of colorful flowers. Red tile and gray wall, Chai Men half-hidden, fragrant flowers and beautiful birds, red daughter-in-law and green girl, pumping out cool well water, shuttling between flowers and green leaves, splashing red.
My ancestor, Mr. Liu, came to the garden in such a late spring. He fled the desert here with five strong and emaciated sons, and saw the bustling well water flowing to the fields along the stone ditch, and the children were playing by the well, chasing the fallen flowers and flying flocs down the river. The ancestors decided that this was a treasure trove of geomantic omen, which was convenient for building shacks and settling down under the ancient city wall in the north of the village.
Perhaps it is Chen Chai's narrow selfishness and lack of old-fashioned heart, or perhaps the poverty of Liu and his son is too disproportionate to this elegant village. Chen Chai and his two families jointly expelled Liu and his son and banned them from entering the village. My ancestors had no choice but to sneak into the village in the middle of the night to get a jar of well water and make ends meet. The next day, I met a stranger's suggestion: build an earth kiln under the city wall to burn lime, and the kiln mouth faces south. And left a prophecy: Chen Chai does not support fire. That's what my ancestors did, so the white gas and strange smell emitted from the kiln hang over the clear sky of Chenjia Garden every day. In this way, in less than a year, Chen Chai, who has been friendly for generations, suddenly went to court, losing both sides and running away from home. My ancestor, a fisherman, took advantage of the Chen family's garden, but he could not grow flowers, but only vegetables. After six years of Qianlong, the name of this village is even more "Liu Jia Vegetable Garden".
Since then, the bubbling well water has watered the wild vegetables, which are in full bloom like flowers. Since then, the clear well water has nourished the grandness of Liu Jiazi's grandchildren, and single-family families have gradually multiplied into hundreds.
Early in the morning, the morning just caught up with Lin Jian, whose Chai Men "squeaked" rang. The man collapsed his shoes and looked sleepy. He walked out of the door with a bucket and slowly strolled straight to the well. The hook is carrying two empty buckets, and the empty buckets are singing a tune happily. There is already a man and a woman waiting to carry water by the well. There is no ordinary pulley or waterwheel, so they have to hook a bucket and carry it to the well. Hook a bucket, bend over, and the bucket will go down to the well surface. At the moment of dumping, the hook is thrown and pressed, and the bucket is slowly full, sinking and forcibly lifted. A bucket of water jumped out of the water, and the cool breath came to my face. Down, another bucket. At this point, the man woke up, took a nap, laughed with other men and women, and then picked up the bucket and went home. The bucket is full of water, and the water drops spill all the way, like a string of ellipsis, extending the sweetness of water and the favor of the earth to every household and to the trough table. The village is awake and full of life.
Drawing water requires not only strength but also skill. Most of the villagers' buckets are made of pottery, which is very weak. When they carry water, they use excessive force. As soon as they hit the wall, the jar broke, and it is inevitable that women will complain when they come home. Unfortunately, the jar fell off the hook and sank to the bottom of the well, so we had to find a long bamboo pole with a hook and salvage it over and over again. When you bend your head to fetch water, you'd better not look back. When you look back from the forked gear, the world is upside down. At this time, people will feel dizzy for a moment, and unfortunately fall headlong into the well. Legend has it that a new daughter-in-law drew water from a well at dawn, looked down and saw a dark monster lying on the bucket behind her. With a scream, she fell into the well. In fact, this is a man who got up early and hurried on. He is thirsty. Seeing that there was fresh water and it was not easy to talk to the young wife, he took advantage of the moment when the woman hit another bucket of water and poured it on the bucket to drink. When the man saw that he was in trouble, running all the way went home and fell ill. As soon as it got dark, I cried and shouted, "You will kill me as soon as I get married. Pay for my life! " "The family claimed that she was possessed by the ghost of a woman. After this ordeal for several days, the man regretted it, thinking that he might as well go to the woman's house to make amends and feel at ease when he died. But when I asked in the village, I said that my new wife had fallen into the well and was rescued, safe and sound. It turns out that the person who is crying and possessed is the weasel essence.
Someone took advantage of the moonlit night to carry water, the bucket fell, the moon at the bottom of the water burst open, and a well was full of scattered silver. What was served was not water, but a bucket full of silver. The well surface is slowly calm, the bucket is slowly static, and the full moon is slowly gathering. There is a moon in the sky, a moon in the well and two moons in the bucket. Carrying water home, carrying two moons on one shoulder, breaking the silver light all over the ground, dead of night.
In summer, the well water is the most prosperous, a rainstorm, and sometimes the water level overflows to the wellhead, which is within reach. A waterwheel was installed on the well. The waterwheel is made of iron, and the long chain is black, cold and heavy. Men and women push waterwheels like a mill. The waterwheel is heavy, and it needs several people to push it together to make the water at the bottom of the well flow into the ditch before it leaks out. The water winds south and flows into the vegetable fields in the south of the village. Children drink water and play around the canal.
There is always a hot air at the wellhead in winter, and the well water will never freeze. When the bucket goes down, there will be a hot air. Well water is warm in winter, and fresh water is not cold for washing vegetables and clothes. When the well is used for a long time, the water will slowly gush out and the water quality will become turbid. Therefore, the well should be washed away. Tao Jing is usually in winter. There is not much water in winter, and the bottom of the well is warm in winter, so people will not get hurt if they go down. Tao Jingren is a skillful craftsman in the village. Before Tao Jing, the water at the bottom of the well had to be ground clean by water truck, sometimes for a day and a night. After the bottom of the well basically bottomed out, a person slowly descended along the stone wall made of blue bricks. The people above hoisted the iron drum with ropes, dug out the silt and sundries deposited at the bottom of the well for several years, put them into the bucket and hoisted them out of the wellhead. There is everything in the dredged sediment, including broken cans and hemp rope tied to the handle. Hemp rope is still fresh, and people who know it will call it "××" home; There are branches, stones and children's sandals.
It is said that there is a well god in the well, and the god at the bottom of the well is also called the Dragon King. There is also a dragon palace at the bottom of the well, which leads directly to the sea. Children are not allowed to go to the well to play alone, let alone throw things into the well, or the dragon king in the well will drag him to the Dragon Palace and turn him into a golden couple. Once I got the nerve to look at the wellhead and scared myself. I don't see the well water. At the moment of exploration, a white bottomless abyss appeared in front of me, as if I would suddenly be sucked in and float down endlessly. A closer look shows that the blue sky at the bottom of the well is shining, but I can't see my little head shadow reflected on the water at the bottom of the well, and my braids are swaying. The well wall was covered with moss, and several frogs squatted in the cracks of the broken blue bricks, and their calls came to an abrupt end. I suddenly feel that the well god is staring at the bottom of the water, and the dragon's beard is slowly tilted, and the dragon's face is about to be furious. I quickly rolled aside and broke out in a cold sweat.
Years have passed, and the descendants of Liu have changed one crop after another, and the well is inevitably old. First, several wells were dug in the south and north of the village. The new well is deeper and the water is more prosperous. Later, hundreds of meters of motor wells were drilled in the ground, and diesel engines roared day and night. People are willing to take a longer way to get water from the well, and the sprayed water column looks clearer and sweeter. Later, someone dug a well, which was convenient, fast and labor-saving. The well gradually became idle, dried up and silted up. The water died, the well died, and the eyes of the village disappeared.
Every evening after that, the rare sunshine in winter passes through the long corridor in the dormitory building as always, reaching the depths of the corridor where the sunshine has not reached on weekdays. The corridor is full of bloody sunset, and the smooth tile floor reflects the sunlight into my eyes, which is red. The warm sunshine makes my eyes sour, just like a sad feeling.
I stood in the sun, silently watching the sunset on the horizon, thinking about some sad memories. Sunshine has stretched my shadow for a long time, and I don't know if it can last longer than my missing.
The lonely sunset gradually converged its brilliance and finally became a red ball hanging on the horizon. In Amano, there are two returning birds flapping their wings alone.
The sunshine in the corridor, like the sea water at low tide, slowly fades away. When the smell of sunshine dissipates in the cold air in winter, the sunset is quietly hidden in the shadow of tall buildings.
One day passed quietly, and the feeling of distress surged in my chest like rolling seawater. The past that I didn't want to touch for many years was slowly staged in the last ray of the sunset.
Many years ago, I held your hand and watched the sunset; Many years ago, I liked to recite loudly in the morning with my schoolbag on my back: "Get up in the morning, facing the sun, with the east in front and the west behind ..." Many years ago, I liked to stand on the top of a hill and play the bamboo flute at the sunset.
It's dark, and I can't see my face in the dark. I touched my face, and there was no moisture. I haven't felt tears for many years. I smiled and remembered that you said to me many years ago: "When you laugh, your heart hurts the most;" When you stand in the crowd, it is your loneliest time. "