Long before, my grandfather told me a significant story, which is still impressed me.
At my age of seven around, grandfather with me sit at the stone bench by the river, and that was a sunny day I remembered. Sunshine projected on the surface of the water, catching my eyes completely. So I jumped off the stone bench and said happily to grandfather that was shimmering! What an amazing picture it was for me! I did not know, however, why grandfather told a story to me abruptly that was not a bit straightaway for a seven-year old girl. I just was a confounded but concentrated listener at that time.
The story talked about a mental disaster. There was a hamlet near an ocean. It was an excellent geographical location so the people there was leading an affluent life, being well-fed and well-clothed. Unfortunately, they did not cherish the god-given possessions. They did not turn off the tap conveniently, never ate leftovers that could still ate actually, had a lot of reckless deforestation and so on. The above said resulted in the lack of water resources and a tough life. Eventually, they could not afford the consequences of the wasting. The land was increasingly barren. What was worse, water decreased dramatically so that the infertile land could not be irrigated well. In the end, they have no food and no water to maintain their fundamental livings.
With the purpose of getting adequate water resources and growing crops, the villagers extracted the groundwater to drink and irrigate. The days passed seemingly quietly. Villagers believed themselves have spotted a life-saving straw---groundwater. Nevertheless, what the villagers did not realize was that a destructive thing was approaching. The ground collapsed and the oceans all fell back toward the hamlet when they had a sound sleep, drowning everything almost. People were in panic, crying bitterly. Hearing here, I embraced grandfather tightly, and said it was terrible extremely. but grandfather just smiled and patted me on the back gently. He continued.
Villagers all ran out of their house with pale expressions. All of a sudden, they saw a nymph with majesty and affinity, a halo around. “You are in yourself dream, but you should reflect on yourself, and what you have done before. And I will let all of you be back to reality. If you are not aware of the faults you made, what you have experienced just now will be a truth. By then, no one can save you guys.” The nymph said.
For a while, the villagers waked up, and understood the importance of resources’ saving comprehensively. They, gradually, were engaged in planting trees, cultivating the soil and opening up the source and regulating the flow from time to time. Life backed on track finally in time.
“Wow! Good job!” I said that in relief. Grandfather smiled significantly then.
I did not comprehend the smile at all. But now, I know the meanings. For one thing, we should correct the mistakes we made timely. Everyone will make mistakes. What is valuable is to bravely fix it when it is wrong. For another, environmental protection is human beings’ responsibility, which can not be escaped from.
I hope the day never comes that villagers have dreamed.