Put away the buckets and carrying pole; just turn the tap and the water will flow by itself.

Put away the buckets and carrying pole; just turn the tap and the water will flow by itself.

That carrying pole in the corner, how many years has it leaned against the wall? The wood is worn smooth, the iron hooks at both ends are rusty. The two buckets next to it also lie idle, their bottoms still covered in dried mud. Every time you pass by, you glance at it, and each glance reminds you—of those days carrying water, it was truly exhausting.

You had to get up before dawn, put the carrying pole on your shoulder, and sway for miles. You'd line up at the well, waiting for the water to slowly seep out, scooping it up bucket by bucket. Then you'd sway and carry it back, your shoulders aching, your back aching. Twice a day, every single day. Winters were cold, summers were hot, the roads were slippery when it rained, and it was even harder when it snowed. Those years, life was shaped by the carrying pole and the buckets.

Now, you don't need to anymore. Put away that carrying pole, put away those buckets, and find a corner to put them away. From now on, just turn on the tap, and clean water will come to you. Wash vegetables, just turn it on; do laundry, just turn it on; take a shower, just turn it on. No need to walk, no need to carry water, no need to wait. The water is always there, always available, always ready to use.

Sometimes you'll turn on the tap and watch the water gush out, and you'll be stunned for a moment. It's here already? It's that simple? Yes, it's that simple. The hardship of carrying water all those years is suddenly a thing of the past. Not forgotten, but never again.

Put away the buckets and carrying poles; from now on, just turn on the tap, and clean water will come to you. From today onwards, those old buddies should rest. You should rest too.