Bathing essay

My whole life seems to have an indissoluble bond with water. I was born on the bank of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal since I was a child. From mid-spring to late autumn, I was like a duck soaking in the water of the Grand Canal all day. From the age of seven or eight, I bathed, swam and played with my friends in my hometown in the Grand Canal. The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal is my mother river, where I spent a miserable childhood and a naive and dreamy adolescence. My body is full of water, which is given by the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. Now that I think about it, the clear water of the Grand Canal is rippling in blue waves, and the breeze blows up layers of ripples. A group of children are exerting their water skills on the water. There are waves of laughter from my partners and me floating on the river. The waves coming and going on the river beat the reeds on the river bank and the dams on the shore. In the sunset, the fishing songs floating from the fishing boat and the whistle on the boat echo each other, and a big fish sometimes jumps out of the blue waves.

As luck would have it, when I left my hometown in my twenties and came to Heilongjiang, there was also a natural river where we settled. It originated from Wudalianchi, a world-famous volcanic landscape scenic spot, and it flowed from east to west, flowing for nearly 2 kilometers and meandering into Nenjiang River. My foothold is on the bank of this natural river.

Although the summer in Heilongjiang is relatively short, the hottest period is less than one month. However, every summer when the weather is hot, I can bathe and swim alone in this natural river, reminisce about my hometown's water life and dream my hometown's childhood. By being alone, I mean people here, mostly from other places, most of whom are from Liaoning, Jilin and Shandong. There are very few natives, even if there are, they are all Mongolian, Daur, Oroqen, Manchu, Korean and other ethnic minorities. No matter people from Liaoning, Jilin and Shandong, or native people from Heilongjiang, most of them don't know water, and rarely dare to take a bath in the river. When they see water, they are frightened and dare not go down. In spite of this, several lives are still swallowed up by the river every summer. I once saved a Jilin man who fell into the water in this river, and I don't know where she is in the river of Nenjiang. I have written in previous articles, and I will not repeat them here.

This river is called the Namur River. Compared with the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in my hometown, it is really dwarfed. The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal is the earliest and longest man-made river in the world. It starts from Zhuozhou in Beijing in the north and reaches Hangzhou in the south. It flows through six provinces and cities, including Beijing, Hebei, Tianjin, Shandong, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and connects five major water systems, namely Haihe River, Yellow River, Huaihe River, Yangtze River and Qiantang River, with a total length of 1,794 kilometers. It is a water passage that runs through the north and south of China. Most people on both sides of the river live on the banks of the Grand Canal. From wudalianchi city (formerly Dedu County) in Heilongjiang Province to the east of Namur River, it flows through nehe city, reaches the junction of Heilongjiang Province and Molidawa Daur Autonomous Banner in Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region in the west, and flows into Nenjiang River, with a total length of only 2 kilometers. Moreover, the water area is very narrow, and the spring and winter festivals are almost dry and cut off. There is only water flow in summer and autumn, and there is no boat at all. It has little effect except irrigation and drainage of farmland on both sides of the strait. In the early years, the natural resources of wetlands on both sides of the strait were very rich. In the 3-Li-wide riverbed, there were more than one person in the thick grass and Cinnamomum camphora, and the gullies were criss-crossed, and birds, animals and fish could be seen everywhere. It can be said that "the pheasant flew into the rice cooker" is the ecological portrayal of the Namur River. In summer, the river was vast and stood on the shore, looking at it for 3 years. Wetlands and grasslands in riverbeds on both sides of the strait have been reclaimed into farmland, the original ecology has been destroyed beyond recognition, and water resources are scarce. But now that the river is exhausted and the riverbed is bare, it has become an extravagant hope to take a bath in the Namur River.

In a blink of an eye, it has been decades since I left my hometown and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. It has become a distant dream for me to take a bath in the Grand Canal. I remember that more than forty years ago, it was my adolescence. In summer, the sun was like fire, and people were oily. A group of children, naked, dived into the Grand Canal, plunged into the bottom of the water, and then emerged from the bottom of the water, taking a long breath of comfort and feeling extremely cool and comfortable all over; And those adults, are swimming to their heart's content and enjoying the gift of the Grand Canal. The laughter on the water, the whistle of the upstream and downstream ships and the loud horn of the ferryman spread to the distance with the refreshing water vapor. The atmosphere and the hearty natural bath are really intoxicating!

I haven't bathed in the Grand Canal in my hometown for many years. I remember one summer more than 2 years ago, when I returned to my hometown, the weather was still very hot. At my aunt's house, the whole family was sitting next to the electric fan in the yard to enjoy the cool. The electric fan was turned on to the strongest degree, and people's faces were still sweating. I said to my nephew, "Let's take a bath in the canal and enjoy the cool." My nephew said, "Do you still think about the Grand Canal when you were a child? Few people go to the canal to take a bath now. " I asked why? My nephew said, "The river can no longer take a bath. If you really want to go, then go." I can see that my nephew has understood my feelings. So my nephew and I took towels and soap and changed clothes, and we came to the Grand Canal.

It was evening, and the sunset was still the same as I remembered decades ago. The sunset was floating on the river, like pink satin floating in the wind. The reeds along the river in the early years no longer exist, and the beach along the river has long been a paddy field. Only the stone slope along the river bank and the mossy stone steps under the ferry pier show me its vicissitudes. The evening breeze blew the acacia and weeping willows on the shore, and I was really delighted. I finally returned to the Grand Canal in my hometown where I had left for decades, and finally saw the place where I bathed, swam and played in my youth! Finally, my dream of bathing in the grand canal in my hometown can be fulfilled again.

there is no one else up and down by the river, just me and my nephew. I quickly took off my clothes and was about to go into the water naked, but I saw my nephew standing on the shore without taking off his clothes. I guess he didn't want to go into the water. Seeing that I was naked, my nephew barely took off his clothes. I can see that my nephew has to accompany me. I jumped into the Grand Canal. The river was not as cool and clear as when I was a teenager. Because it was evening, I couldn't see the state of the river clearly. I still swam to the middle stream as I did decades ago. My nephew didn't swim over. He just stood in the shallow water by the river and symbolically lifted the river to rub it on his body. He said to me, "It's really good. I have been away from my hometown for decades, and my swimming ability has not diminished at all!"

I called him to swim in the middle of the river, but he called me, "Come on, let's go ashore. What can't be cleaned here, do you have to wash it again with clear water when you go home?" At this time, I also felt that the river didn't seem as refreshing as I did when I was a teenager, and I immediately felt uncomfortable, so I swam back from the middle of the river and wiped the water on my body with a towel, but I couldn't clean it, and the surface of my skin always felt oily, which made me sure that the river had been seriously polluted. My nephew said, "If it weren't for your dream of being a teenager, I wouldn't let you take a bath in the river. The river can't take a bath anymore, and there is a layer of diesel floating on the water!" " Alas! I sighed and didn't change the clothes I brought. After I put on my original clothes and went back, my nephew washed my body with clean water again, which made me feel refreshed. The next day, I went to the riverbank of the Grand Canal to have a look. Ouch! This oily liquid really floats on the river. Whoo! The Grand Canal in my hometown is no longer the Grand Canal in my youth.

Taking a bath in the Namur River on the Songnen Plain is not as carefree, dripping and intoxicating as I was in the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal when I was a teenager, but it is also very cool, and I can enjoy the natural life to my heart's content. I still remember the scene when I saved people in the Namur River and Nenjiang River, and the cheers of the men and women on the shore still echoed in my ears. However, since I went to college, I haven't had a chance to bathe in this river in my second hometown for many years. The natural bathing place given to me by nature has become my distant dream more and more. The year before last, I stayed at the seaside of Weihai for a few days with my friends, and I also wanted to take a bath and swim happily at the seaside. But it was mid-spring, and the sea was still very cold. Besides, I saw some floating objects and greasy on the sea, so the idea of swimming in my heart disappeared.

over the years, I have to go to the bathroom when I take a shower. Take a bath in the bathroom, sometimes take a shower, sometimes take a pool bath. When you take a shower, you can't feel comfortable in a natural river anyway. There is always a feeling that the shower has been hit by a rainstorm. When taking a bath in the pool, some people are steaming in the bath, grinning and breathing in the hot water. The air in the bathroom is suffocating. After taking a bath, lying on the bath bed, the bathing worker rubbed the dirt on his body hard, and he always felt an uncomfortable obstacle in his heart. This situation often reminded me of the scene of killing pigs and depilating their hair in my hometown when I was a child, lying there and letting the bathing worker rub it all over, just like a fat pig with depilated hair.

There was another time that embarrassed me even more. Before I got dressed after taking a shower, several massage girls rushed in, vying for a "massage" for me. The call of "big brother" who was charming and flattering and the disgusting coquetry scared me like a wolf who broke free from the hunter's net. I didn't have time to dry my body, so I quickly put on my clothes and fled, attracting me behind. Later, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. I always took my little grandson with me. No matter whether I was happy or not, I put on my clothes in a hurry, walked out of the bathroom in a hurry and went home in a hurry. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but every time I walk out of the bathroom, I always feel that the prisoner has been released after being reformed in prison. Later, I lived upstairs and installed a solar water heater, so I didn't need to go outside to take a bath. But it is still my dream to take a bath in the natural rivers in the world of nature.

When I was a child, I bathed heartily in the Grand Canal. When I was young, I bathed in the Namur River, which was refreshing and cool. Now I have a lingering fear of bathing in the bathroom.

I want to see that the pollution of the Grand Canal in my hometown can be controlled, and the water in the Grand Canal will return to the clear state of my youth. At that time, I will go back to my hometown, jump into my mother's river, and jump into my mother's arms to be hearty. How much I want to, how much I want the ecology of the Namur River to regain its original vitality. At that time, I went back to the waves of the Namur River, to the place where I once saved people, and to the laughter of the natural bathing place. How much I want to go into the vast Yuan Ye alone when it is stormy, to be baptized by a storm, and to taste the fragrance of nature; I want to go to the stream beside the bamboo forest in the mountain stream. Perhaps, the lights there reflect the mountain spring, and I will enjoy the bath of detached sunshine. Anyway, I just don't want to take a bath in the bathroom, I don't want to accept the unclear smell, I don't want to endure the unbearable suffocation, and I don't want to make myself nervous!

Being able to bathe and swim heartily in natural rivers is a good memory of my adolescence, and now it has become my dream!