There is a small stream in the southwest of Cicheng Town, the former county seat of Cixi, which originated from Yin Da, the residual vein of Siming Mountain in Yuyao, so it is called Yindaxi, which runs through the former county seat of Cixi and is an important water flow in Cixi. Nearly two thousand years ago, during the Eastern Han Dynasty, there lived a family in the north of Cicheng, and the mother and son lived alone. Although his family is poor, his son An Dong is very sensible and filial to his mother, and his life is very quiet. I don't want to be seriously ill and lie in bed without food or drink. This worried An Dong. He kept asking for medicine and doctors, and sat by the bed every day to wait on his mother.
A few days later, Dong Mu was skinny and extremely weak. One day, An Dong cooked another bowl of sticky vegetable porridge, knelt in front of his mother's bed, and tearfully advised her mother, "No matter how healthy you are, you won't last for a few days. People are iron rice steel. You should eat and drink for a few days, and you will get well. Otherwise, what should I do ... "Dong's mother had to hold on and take a sip of vegetable porridge, but she didn't want to go in again. Then he took half a bowl of water and swallowed it in one mouthful. This An Dong is a dutiful son. Seeing that his mother finally swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, he made a start on the water. At this time, he thought of the legendary big hidden stream, the water quality is fragrant and sweet, and he made up his mind to fetch water for his mother in the distance. So the next morning, An Dong picked up a bucket of things, put on hiking socks and sandals, put his mother in bed, and hurried off.
This big hidden stream is more than 30 miles away from home. On the way to climb the mountain and ask for directions, I climbed the 7749 mountain and the 7749 ridge, and finally came to the foot of Dayin Mountain. I saw a clear stream gurgling out of the mountain and winding to the south. The bottom of the stream is covered with pebbles of various colors, and the stream has been flowing, splashing waves from time to time. A group of willow-like fish often chase and play in the crevices of the stone. An Dong couldn't help but pick up a mountain spring and snore like thunder. Sure enough, a clear spring seeped into the heart and spleen, which was extremely sweet. He was relieved and blurted out: "I finally found you!" " For a time, the mountains echoed, the echoes filled, and birds sang together. Looking around, the green hills are continuous, the trees are lush, and the worries of the past few days and the fatigue of the journey are all gone, and the mood is suddenly enlightened. An Dong was so anxious that she dared not stay. She grabbed the bucket and went home. As the saying goes, "there is no light load in a hundred steps." An Dong is not a mountain man. He wants to carry water on one shoulder and climb dozens of mountain roads. My shoulders are red and swollen again and again, my feet are blistered, my back hurts, and I have suffered a lot. After many twists and turns, I didn't get home until it was dark, and there was still half a stream. At this time, I dare not neglect, make a fire, boil water and make tea.
An Dong took the tea to Niang's bedside and asked her to drink tea. At this time, I was puzzled by my mother for a long time, and my heart was half sweet and half hard. The sweet thing is that although her husband died early, her son is so sensible, so filial to his mother and can bear hardships. The bitter thing is that he got this unknown disease and dragged down his son. I don't know whether the disease is long or short, dead or alive, and when it will end. Thinking about it, I was recalled by my son. I took my son's hot tea in both hands, swallowed a mouthful, exhaled a group of sulks and drank half a bowl. I only feel a fresh warm current winding through my heart and my insides. It seems that the chest distension has eased and the disease has eased. I immediately fell in love with my son and praised him. A drink is better than not eating or drinking.
Since then, my son has been carrying water home from time to time, and my mother has tried to drink the stream, both as food and medicine. In short, her illness has not worsened, and she still feels relieved from time to time. I don't know how many days later, both mother and son have a plan: instead of taking it for a long time to quench their thirst, why not take it from the nearby build house? This brought a group of friendly neighbors and villagers together, built several houses by the Yin Da River, and let Dong Mu settle down. Since then, with careful nursing, Dong's illness has gradually recovered.
It is said that, firstly, the water in Yindaxi is very good, and secondly, An Dong's filial piety touched the gods. The story of Dong Xiaozi spread from then on, until An Dong died. People built Dong Xiaozi Temple for him and renamed Dayinxi Cixi, hence the name of Cixi County.