I never knew that in this rundown, dirty, crowded, and
complex city where I lived, there was such a beautiful place as the bay.
It was my first time accompanying my father to the bay when I was a child. I
personally smelled the sweet air, stepped on the soft and sticky soil,
listened to the cuckoo birds' cooing, and most beautifully, saw the clear
and bright blue pool. Maybe it was a pond, or a small lake, or perhaps a
larger puddle, but its dazzling beauty made me involuntarily give it the
charming name of "pool".
There wasn't a single fish in the pool, perhaps due to the saying that
"where the water is too pure, there are no fish," but the pool's lively
water perfectly made up for the regret of having no fish, with its small
curls that turned over and over under the sunshine. The water of the pool
was like a long breath in yoga, with tension and rhythm pushing forward
layer by layer. The small waves on this side of the pool gently left a small
vortex as they hit the other side and disappeared. I think that no matter
how unattractive a girl looks, as soon as she stands by the pool of the bay,
she becomes Adelina.
How could I not go see this beautiful sight again? I excitedly stepped on
the mud with my bare feet and came back to the spot where the pool used to
be with my father.
However, I did not expect that the regretful look I gave to the pool as I
left it for the first time would become a prelude to my farewell to this
pool. I lowered my head, where was the water in the pool? Where was that
sparkling, stunning, and magical water?
There were only a few small wet mud blocks that split apart and slowly and
laboriously flowed forward in the cracks between them. That was the last
trace of the pool left for me. I carefully picked up a bit of mud with my
finger and squeezed the water out of the mud with effort under the sunlight
- the muddy water flowed onto the back of my hand, but no longer reflected
any blue or clear colors. Even if I flooded this place with all my tears, I
couldn't save that magical and gorgeous pool!
Where did it go?
No one told me. I only heard the rumble of the power plant not far away, as
if the underground water was sadly bidding farewell to the earth in the
plant's pipelines. |