To the west of the village where I live, there is a long and slightly wide pond running across the back of the village. It is said that in the past, villagers had to pass through this pond when they went into the mountains to hunt and cut firewood.

Just because the pond is very long, if you want to enter the mountain, you always have to take a detour. Over time, some villagers built a small and unique wooden bridge across the pond in the middle of the pond, running from east to west to facilitate the path.

However, current national policies no longer allow hunting and cutting firewood, but the occasional person who goes into the mountains to cultivate vegetation is not excluded. But no matter what, such a shortcut wooden bridge is still in use today.

After I left, I walked almost as fast as I could, or even ran. Since it was a downhill road, the terrain was downhill, so after an hour, I flew to the wooden bridge without much effort.

Already a little red in the face, sweating profusely, and exhausted, I stopped and took a deep breath for a while, and then I felt that I had regained some energy.

Such physical fitness and energy should be rare in the world. Even I find it a bit unbelievable. I even imagined that I could participate in some racing events.

The water in the pond is very clear, and you can see the bottom. Since there are still few pedestrians going back, the pond is very quiet and the wooden bridge is very secluded. On both sides of the pond and the wooden bridge at the bridge opposite the village, there is a long wooden chair with a backrest and facing the mountain behind the village.

The wild grass around the shore is lush and green; the tall pine trees surrounding the lake, with their lush branches and green leaves, make it feel like a paradise.

The water source in the pond (actually, perhaps it should be called a"lake" more appropriately.) finally starts from the waterfall in the south, flows through the trickling water channel in the village, and converges to form this pond with a considerable area..

There are fish in the pond, which seem to be frogs, loaches, river turtles, river shrimps, etc. I have been here often before, but I can't tell them apart, and I don't know when life began in the pond.

There are half-waist-high guardrails on both sides of the wooden bridge. As soon as I boarded the wooden bridge, I felt that the wind of the mountains and forests blowing around me, in addition to the fresh breath, also gave people a feeling of isolating the crowd and returning to nature. If your mind feels flawless, then this is a good place to rest your mind.

The busy sounds of various demolition machinery coming from not far away made me feel inexplicably relaxed.

Suddenly feeling happy, I walked to the center of the wooden bridge, which happened to be in the center of the pond, and gently stroked the railing.

From here, I looked down to the left and looked down at the water. The bottom was clear and clear, with an unobstructed view. The large and small crucian carps and groups of river shrimps in the pool were immediately shocked by the shadows cast by my upper body in the water under the sunlight. They were scattered in all directions. Either dive deep into the pond or stay away from danger.

The cunning loach dived deep into the pond mud, and a large lake turtle happened to pass under the bridge. It was panicked and fearless in the face of danger, and half-submerged in the pond, lurking in a pile of dead wood branches from the shore that had been sunk by the wind. In the natural invisibility cloak of dead branches and leaves, there is a big Bagua formation...

In a pile of grass nests next to the bridge pier, a pair of small adult mandarin ducks in brocade clothes looked sideways with puzzled and curious eyes, and looked carefully at each other boldly. After a while, he retracted his head again, slurped a few times in his mouth, swallowed a few mouthfuls of duck saliva, relaxed his body from side to side, and stopped meddling in his own business.

On the shore of the pond not too far away, a pair of red-crowned wild ducks with snow-white feathers were leading a few newborn ducklings, paddling away leisurely, not bothering to care.

Several wild birds of various sizes and colors that were looking for food on the shore started to"chirp" and make a lot of noise after the red-crowned mallards paddled by...

One was originally standing quietly in the pond on the shore. In the middle, the egret was staring at the fish that were gradually approaching in the pond. It thought it would have a good meal, but because of the red-crowned duck's"ignorance", the fish scattered and flew away, and it couldn't help but feel angry. The male red -crowned mallard duck is wild in nature and has a strong body. Who is afraid of whom? Look at this guy's long mouth, he must talk a lot!

Just when he was screaming"quack" and flapping his powerful wings, and was about to fly forward to"theory", he was coaxed and deceived by a female red-crowned mallard duck with a gentle nature and good fertility, and finally persuaded him to leave the direction......

There is also a dark-brown osprey (I don’t know if it is a cormorant). In the pond on the other side, it is"sweating profusely" chasing the fish that are escaping in a hurry in front of the pond. It seems that it is easily accessible but has no luck. The ground was sometimes jumping up and sometimes diving down, so busy that it was dark and joyful...

Two gray-brown squirrels were sitting on a tall pine tree on the right side of the wooden bridge. They happened to witness the panoramic view and couldn't help but laugh.

"They squeaked happily, trembling their soft, furry long tails, chasing and playing with each other on the trunks and branches, sometimes hanging branches upside down, squirming with pine tails, cautiously; sometimes flying across the branches, steady and energetic; sometimes lying on the trunk, tilting their heads. Slanted head, rat eyes...

I couldn't help but be startled by this scene. If I continued walking forward, I would have walked across the wooden bridge and returned to the village. Although I really wanted to go back and deal with the demolition of the house now, But that would run counter to the natural scenery and beauty at this time. I didn’t want the rare sky view at this moment to be lost due to my ignorance.

So I slowly returned to the bridge, turned to the right, and came to In front of the long wooden chair with backrest, although it was almost noon after summer and autumn, the long wooden chair with backrest, located between two tall banyan trees and elm trees, still had a clear view due to the cover of dense branches and leaves. A lot of dewdrops from last night were left on it.

I swept it with my hand a few times and swept all the dewdrops on one side of the wooden chair to the ground. After it had dried a little, I carefully sat back on it... When you settle down, your body and mind will immediately relax. You will feel at ease and relaxed. The gentle mountain wind blows past you, causing the branches and leaves to rustle. The fresh breath can be heard everywhere, leaving you with a unique feeling...

Recalling what I had just witnessed, I smiled slightly. This place is really nice. Although there are frictions between the animal"neighbors", they do not lead to conflicts. They can coexist in harmony. If no one can disturb them for a long time, then it will be okay. It’s really like a peach garden on earth...

I wandered around in my mind and looked at the surrounding area of ​​the pond. The"neighbors" from before were still there. I felt relieved and no longer thought about the previous troubles. It was over. For a long time, when I was still immersed in the ecstasy, out of the corner of my eye, I felt a small black shadow rising slowly from the lake in the center of the lake in front of me. He slowly raised his head. , watching there gently...

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