Country in the yard , there is a well . Very clean well water is very clear , there is smell of sweet taste . Well , it is said , and the Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs connected rich , the mother is convinced of this . Yes ah, the end of the cabin seat fell Yangcheng Lake , that a well water source , must be moist Yangcheng Lake was . Jing Quan , is light green granite , circular, Guangrun of people can not help but to touch the hand . It was quite deep , about 7 m depth. Wellhead stood looking down , like the shining on a mirror . Mapping in the spring , I laugh a gorgeous , wells were also Chunfengmanmian children . I joked , in the future can not buy Yuanjing the dressing .
   
Hut there is no washing machine , clothes , naturally the well washed by hand . To find the antique big round basin , it seems my childhood tub it has a long history of . The mother is brought up in passing in my view for many years washboard . To see that old thing , even feel a little warm , too warm childhood memories of a re- appeared in my mind .
   
Daughter Jingtai side , happy as a sparrow , jump from the east west , and still holding a small bucket hanging on the half-baked . She will not use the bucket , the water is often half- swinging , quick to laugh I saw crossing the air . Joy happily looking at her , a cauda equina , gone head bobbing as I am happy to see that year . Passage of time ah , my playful with the disappearance of old Jingtai disappeared , childhood friends , but also no news early . However, Jingtai side launched into the two horns that smile on the little braided girl , has been rooted in the depths of memory , the deepest .
   
Washboard turned around three or four laps , the daughter finally big staring eyes, and asked why this property . I smile to one edge that has an edge on her Tuibian bump the board and let her kneel on the board , and told her knees serious board , you can change lady . Her silly knees and soon shouted : " bad mother , kneeling over pain . " mothers can not help in the next , light hit my head : " he is not small, yet like a child ! , "I hugged her mother , very warm . The original , in the mother, I was a child , I do not want grow up , really.
   
The clothes are soaked in the big tub full and then forced the board back and forth rubbing and scrubbing clothes , a sweet feeling back uppermost . Rubbing force in another twist , twist back to my childhood , there lies the rub back to those days , back rub away the youth ......
   
In the courtyard of the clothesline to dry the washed clothes on , increasingly white white , green and increasingly green , red increasingly Huo-yen , purple all the more romantic . Greeting the gorgeous spring afternoon sun , watching the wind, flowing clothes, I suddenly found that : city, you better leave I was very far away ......