Stones Ridge

long ago, hangzhou was a dry beach.

there is no river for dozens of miles and no stream.

the people who live here carry buckets every day to fetch water far away.

they've never had a happy day.

the old generation knew that there was a spring in the mountains because it was blocked by a thick stone wall.

for many years, many young people had gone up the mountain and tried to cut through the wall, but without success.

there are fewer people who slowly know.

there was a young man named water in the village who grew up with his grandfather since he was a child.

since he was six years old, he has been with him for 15 years.

this day, the 20th birthday of water's son, his grandfather made a big pot for him and his grandkids lived happily ever after.

at night, his grandfather called water in front of him and told him about the spring in the mount of invisible.

the water listens to the joys, tightens the belts, sets the sleeves, gathers the good boys, and talks about going up the mountain and digging the stone walls, so that this spring can flow into the village.

grandpa was so excited to see the water, so happy to cry, to prepare for the dry food all night, to get them up to the mountain in the morning.

the next day, a group of 10 of them, with hammers and chisels, were ready to go up the hill.

and then he said to the boys, “go and dig the stone, and cut it down in a breath, and if you stop, it will look like it was, and it will be in vain.

also, when the stone is cut through, a piece of lime comes out of it, and it will crush people into stones.

remember that!" they promised to go up the hill.

when they got to the hill, they started digging rocks.

screech, and screech, from march to the sun at the end of may.

the screech is short, and his hands are blistering, and the wall has not been cut.

four boys said, "maybe grandpa was wrong.

there's no spring here! let's go back to the bucket!" says we go back.

the remaining six of them, from the top of the sun in may to mid-august, were cut short and had thick cocoons on their hands, but the stone walls remained uncracked.

and two young men said, "who knows how long it's going to be?" he said he was going back.

the autumn passed, winter came, the snow in the mountains was half deep, and the north-west wind called, stinging like a knife.

the four of them are not relieved.

screech, screech, screech till the next spring, and when the scavenger rose, the wall was deep and deep.

it was march 3rd, when the water suddenly heard the sound of tumbling over the stone wall, and he put his ears close to the stone wall, so he screamed, "a water spring! this is the sound of springs flowing." everyone's happy to jump.

water comes back and says to its partners, "go away and the magma's coming out!" eyesAnd the spring shall flow with it, and no one shall leave it.

When I saw people not leaving, I cried out, "If you don't run away, I won't cut." People heard him say that fearing that he would really stop and lose his job, he had to run away.

The last hammer of the water, the sound of the boom, the magma, the water, the height of the rock! Then, a clear spring flowed down the valley, flowing through the village and pouring into a lowland by the beach, which is now full of water — the West Lake.

Since then, this place is no longer without water.

The mountain that the water dug up was later called the Stones Ridge。