The Irrigation Water Game Gurgling英汉互译优美文章.docx

The Irrigation Water Game Gurgling Yao Jinwen Black-brewed Zhao, widowed over ten years ago when she was thirty, was having another sleepless night. Her familys contracted land had cracked because of drought, but there was still not a cloud in the bright sky. If production dropped this year, what should her family of four do except go hungry? It was a pity that her seventeen-year-old daughter didnt yet know what worry was. Just a few minutes ago she was shouting to her mother, Dont you worry 1 late at night the reservoir will let out water. Scabby-headed Xue will certainly give us our full share of water, won’t he? But now she was asleep with a smile still on her lips. Black-browed Zhao didnt see eye to eye with the implementation of contracted land policy, because she had seen with her own eyes when she was still very young how her grandfather and Scabby-headed Xues uncle had fought tooth and nail over irrigation water. She would shudder even at the thought of it. Now Scabby-headed Xue was in charge of the irrigation water in the brigade; who could say for sure that he bore no grudge against her? Black-Mowed Dian became so agitated at the thought that she got off the bed, took a hoe and went out to the field. Black-browed Zhao used to he called Ah Zhao. After her husbands death, she never smiled and always scowled at others. Tie old bachelor Scabby-headed Xue could only bury his longings for her in his heart. Thus there spread in the village a popular saying: Scabby-headed Xue never wept; Black-browed Zhao never smiled. As she approached the field, Black-browed Zhao heard the faint creaking of a waterwheel and saw Scabby-headed Xue pedalling water under the full moon. His bald head and his greasy bare back were glistening like silver. Wouldnt he have to wait for the water to come late at night like the rest of us if he had not been in charge of the irrigation water? The earlier one got water, the more rice one would reap-who wouldnt like to see his own bowl full