I remember one summer when I just turned 14, a neighbor girl named A Ping and I went to play with a classmate who was crossing the other side of the river. We had just had dinner at that time, and it was still early at six o'clock and the sun was hanging slantingly. On the horizo

I remember one summer when I just turned 14, a neighbor girl named Aping and I went to play with a classmate who was crossing the other side of the river. We had just had dinner at that time and it was around six o'clock. It was still early and the sun was slanting. Hanging on the horizon.

We walked together towards the big river. After a few intersections, we turned and reached the hillside. When we walked down and looked forward, we saw that the river was very wide, with a stone dam in the middle.

The water flowed through it. The one on the left was relatively shallow. The water storage tank has a deep riverbed on the right.

There is a water-soaked road that passes through the opposite village. It is made of cement mortar and has a semi-circular hole shape. It is used to store water for irrigating farmland. The ladder-type structure is high at the top and low at the bottom. The high part is over two meters, and the low part below is more than half a meter deep.

The stone dam is soaked in water all year round and covered with moss. Some places are very difficult to walk because of the potholes washed away by the water. A Ping and I will follow this stone dam to the opposite village to play with her classmates. I am naturally timid and a little scared, so I walked slowly and carefully step by step.

I also saw several male students from our school swimming in the water on the road. We walked slowly to the end and saw a stone gate blocking us. There was a culvert about half a meter deep below. There was a large stone slab half-covered, leaving only a small gap to flow through. It was dark and dark when we looked down. Not to the bottom.

Walk to a narrow path in front of the stone gate and there is an iron pole in the middle. If you want to pass through it, you have to grab the iron pole, turn around and step on the path with only half a foot in size to cross to the other side. Many people pass by here, and it can shorten the journey to the opposite village, which would otherwise take a long detour to get there.

He passed by first. I looked under the water and was scared to death. He asked me to pass quickly. I gritted my teeth and turned around along the iron pole, stepping on a place only half a foot wide. I thought to myself, "It's over" and I won't fall into the water. We went to the home of a classmate named Cuiping to play for a while.

After returning to the platform by the river, I heard a terrible news. A boy who was swimming in the river fell into the water. He fell under the culvert where I just walked through the stone gate. I was frightened and looked up to see him.

was flooded all over his body and was caught in the hole by the stone slab. The water kept pouring over him. The force of the water was so great that Shimen pressed tightly against him, making him unable to move. He had already passed out. His companion wanted to use a bamboo stick to tilt up the stone slab to save him, but how could a half-year-old child have such strength?

Someone was shouting "Help" and someone fell into the water. An adult from the village came over and recognized him. His grandfather was also from this village, and he quickly called his grandfather and several adults together. Use two arm-sized sticks. After pumping up the slate water, he was washed down into the pool below. The adults quickly went down to pick him up and found that he was not breathing.

His grandfather was so heartbroken that he burst into tears on the spot. Several other adults carried him up. Those on the phone, controlling water, and doing artificial respiration were all trying their best to save him. Soon the ambulance came. The doctor checked and let the family express their condolences. There was nothing he could do to save him.

What a distressing scene, the white-haired person gives the black-haired person. Later, I heard from a school teacher that he had just finished bathing in the river and wanted to cross the river from Shiba to his grandfather's house. I accidentally stepped on slippery moss and fell.

I was always panicked after I went home that night. Witnessing a living person disappear in front of me, I felt that life was really fragile. After a long time, I slowly forgot about it.

Now that I think of my childhood memories, this thing has always been in my heart. At that time, I was young and ignorant before I dared to follow Aping. Now that I think about it, I feel that I was lucky and had not fallen. Otherwise, my mother might not have me as a daughter, and I didn’t dare to go home and tell her.