To the north of the village, there was a big bay (pond). There were no people there. There were a few old pear trees growing on the edge of the bay. The thick and old trunks of the old trees extended to the water in the bay. The pears on the trees tasted bitter and hard like iron. They were inedible. The villagers called them "Du Li", but the children were greedy and would still climb the trees to pick those pears.
One summer morning when I was six years old, I went to the field outside the village alone to mow the lambs. When I passed by the big water bay in the north of the village, I saw a little girl climbing up a big pear tree on the other side of the water bay. The branches of the big pear tree extended diagonally above the water. I thought she would fall into the water, so I called her across the water bay and told her not to climb the tree. However, the distance was too far. She might not have heard me, or she might have heard me and ignored me. She was still climbing up the trunk that jutted out of the water.
At that time, I didn't know that people would drown in the water, so I left the water and went to the fields. When I finished cutting a basket of grass and was about to reach the water bay, I heard crying from afar. I saw many people gathered there. It was a woman rolling on the ground crying. The crying was heart-wrenching.
A little girl was lying on top of a big pot that was turned upside down. Her dripping hair was stuck to the bottom of the pot, and her face was pale. Water kept dripping from the corner of her mouth. A gray light shone from her slightly opened eyes, revealing traces of desolation and fear.
The girl lay motionless on the bottom of the pot. I didn't know that she was dead. I only felt that she had fallen asleep after crying. At this moment, a voice from the crowd said that the little girl had just been fished out of the water. When she was fished out, she was already dead. My heart skipped a beat. She was the little girl I saw climbing the tree earlier.
There is also a big water bay on the east side of the village. When the weather is hot, the older children swim in this water bay. Mother often goes there to wash clothes, and I follow the older children to the edge of the bay to watch them play with water. I also wanted to go into the water to play, but my mother always stopped me loudly. Because of this, I was angry with my mother for not letting me go into the water to play.
One morning, my younger brother and I (I was six years old and he was four years old) sneaked into the water bay on the east side of the village. There was no one else in the water bay, so I boldly went into the water to play. My younger brother sat on the shore and watched. The water was shallow on the side, just reaching his navel. I felt that it was a bit strange that my mother never let me go into the water to play.
At this time, my brother said," You don't dare to go to the middle." I thought what I didn't dare to do, so I walked to the middle of the water. Just after taking a few steps, I suddenly stepped into the deep water area. I was about to shout when I choked on a mouthful of water. Suddenly, I saw stars and sank down. Water kept pouring into my stomach. I tried to pull my head out of the water, but as soon as I did, I sank again. I flopped up and down like this. My stomach was almost full of water, and my body finally sank weakly. The situation was extremely urgent.
At this moment, my feet suddenly touched the bottom of the water. The desire to survive urged me to desperately kick the bottom of the water. Due to the great force, my head was completely out of the water. In fact, the depth of the water was only a little deeper than me. I finally took a breath and sank again. However, in this desperation, I realized something. I stopped shouting, but held my breath. When my feet touched the bottom of the water again, I kicked out of the water. In just a few rounds, I actually kicked from deep water to shallow water. His feet landed on the bottom of the water and stopped. He was really not fated to die.
At this time, I saw my brother sitting there clapping his hands and laughing. He thought that I was playing with him in the water. I climbed up the shore in exasperation and rushed over to slap my happy brother.
It was a shock but no danger. I managed to save my life. Only now did I personally experience how the little girl in the northern water bay died. I also understood why my mother refused to let me go into the water to play.
After this life-and-death experience in the water, I became bolder. I often carried my family to play in the water. After I grew up, swimming became my favorite sport.
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