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Canal prose
There is a canal in front of grandma's house. It is long, thin and small, but its width is no more than two feet and its height is no more than two feet. This canal was specially built by villagers in Hua Qian Village to irrigate farmland.

Sometimes there is more water in the canal, sometimes there is less water. When farmers need irrigation, water starts to flow upstream. The canal is full of fresh water, like a lively young man. Sometimes irrigation is not needed, and the upstream is blocked, so the water in the canal is sparse, like an old man who fainted.

The canal surrounds the whole village, and every household can enjoy it from the head to the end of the village. During the busy farming season, the water in the canal overflows every day, and housewives invariably move all kinds of items from home to clean them vigorously. Wash rice, vegetables, clothes, stools and tables. If possible, they are even willing to move the house to wash it. It seems that only in this way can we live up to the beauty of the canal flowing in front of our house.

There are so many things to wash that the water is really urgent. When you wash them, things will drift away. Women who wash things downstream will pick them up and put them by the canal, and someone will find them later.

The canal is very busy, like a passage for producing goods, and occasionally fish, shrimps and crabs drift down.

Children will pick up a thumb-long fish from the canal, and they will be ecstatic, shouting, clapping their hands and stamping their feet. Where's the fish? Poor thing, wiggling its little tail, opening its mouth in horror and bubbling. A large crowd of little people gathered around. Some say the fish is really delicious, some say it must be delicious, and some push the baby who massages the fish and please say, cook the soup for me!

After all, the poor little fish was thrown into the pot. Although it is very small, it was actually cooked into a pot of soup by my mother. The fish is poor, but it is supported by chopped green onion, Jiang Mo and garlic. A sip of soup is "Zaba", which is filled with infinite flavor.

The uncles are blocking the water in the canal with sieves and dustpans, hoping to catch a big fish.

However, fish in the canal are very scarce after all. After a long pause, I picked up the dustpan and saw that a basket of water leaked out like rain, and there were only a few withered weeds in the dustpan.

My uncles will hang their faces, and they will put the blame on the dustpan. The gap was so big that all the fish leaked out.

They talked face to face about how to fish.

The little uncle said, "Maybe a mosquito net will do?"

My uncle actually agreed, and while my grandmother was not paying attention, she secretly cut the mosquito net hanging on the bed.

The bottom of the mosquito net was pressed by stones in the canal, and the top was opened by uncles like a fishing net. The water is first-class, the mosquito net rises back, and wisps of water ooze from the small holes of the mosquito net, not to mention fish, even a hair can be intercepted successfully. Suddenly, the uncles' faces showed the joy of expectation, and their mouths watered, as if they saw a lively fish.

"damn it! I even cut the mosquito net! " I don't know who leaked the news, but grandma came here in a rage. My uncles wriggled like loaches, and my grandmother picked up the wet mosquito net and wanted to cry.

"damn it! I won't break your leg when I catch you! " Grandma said viciously.

"Poof", a chicken fell into the canal, struggled a few times, and suddenly jumped out. Her huge wings made a splash, and her grandmother staggered and the mosquito net fell into the water. ...

Suddenly, the water in the canal suddenly rose, "Hua" and "Hua", and the mosquito net was wrapped in a torrent, drifting farther and farther. ...

"My mosquito net!"

Grandma can't wait to chase her little feet.

Clear water gushes, setting off waves after waves, making a "Hua La" sound.

In the evening, when the sun sets, the water in the canal rises again, clear, cheerful and swift. They are like a strong little silver dragon, twisting their bodies and almost jumping out of the canal.

Grandma said: "there is water on it, so it is good to wash clothes!" " "

There was a big basin of clothes by the canal, and grandma squatted down and shook her clothes in the canal. The small canal became colorful in an instant, and clothes of various colors of red, yellow, green and white rustled in the canal. "Hua Hua", splash, grandma's laughter also rose. ...

Sometimes a dress floats away without catching it. The clothes were bulging and suddenly jumped out from a distance, like wings. Grandma hurried after the canal, and the clothes ran away, and so did grandma. She fished as she ran. Hardly had her hand touched her sleeve when the clothes were washed away by the current.

My aunt, who was squatting downstream to wash clothes, stopped the clothes, scooped them up and handed them to grandma wet, saying, "Today, the water is big and the mouth of the canal is big, and she will swallow clothes. You should always be careful with gel! "

Grandma's feet trembled and sweated, grabbed the clothes and said bitterly, "Look where you are going!" " "

The loofah flowers along the canal spread out flatly, dazzling yellow, one after another, like lights. Grandma's clothes hung on the rope, like a big bird with open wings, bulging with the wind.

At this time, blossoming and cousins ushered in their own swimming time, took off their clothes and jumped into the canal, screaming happily and enjoying the happiness in the water.

Twilight falls inch by inch, and golden light is plated on the faces of the dolls layer by layer.

This canal just didn't pass through the belly of blossoming. As soon as I squatted down, the water reached my neck, which was only wide enough for a child. Blossoming hands to pick up the water, the water flows from her hands, stepping on the water with her feet, the water flows from her soles, she reaches out to pick up the water, and the water flows from her shoulders. Flowers don't understand why this colorless and odorless water will slip away quietly after giving it strength.

Every time I take a bath in the canal, I feel as light as a bird, as if I want to grow wings from a certain part of the water and fly to the sky to kiss the clouds at any time. ...

This is blossoming own beautiful fantasy. Her wet hair stuck to her cheeks. Grandma doesn't know when to use soap to wipe it. There are many small bubbles on the blossoming body, white, bright, small and pearl-like. Grandma wiped her arm with her hand, and there was a small bubble on her arm. It was smooth and bright, and the blossoming felt itchy and smiled. ...

Soap-coated flower covered with bubbles, spreading her palm and holding bubbles in her hand; She touched her ass with small bubbles on it. With so many little bubbles and pearls hanging on my body, I feel like a princess, so proud!

Grandma put the flowers into the water and the bubbles disappeared without a trace. Blossoming wrapped in towels, sad for a long time.

At the moment, under the grapefruit tree, there is a small wooden table and bench, cucumber, pickles and pickled radish, one after another, and a big bowl of coarse porcelain rice porridge is steaming.

Dinner by the canal is about to begin. ...