It was dangerous, but I knew I had to. It wasn't that afternoon, when I came near the village, I saw a few boys screaming: “Help! Someone drowned!”. Looking down at the sparkling river surface, I saw a baby bobbing and squirming under the cool water. Throwing away the bicycle by the roadside, she jumped into the water and swam towards it. In my head, there was only one thought that I had to save that baby. If I was in danger, I wouldn't mind, as long as I could save that baby. Five strides, ten strides still had not arrived. The section of Ninh river flowing through my village is quite fast. The baby was swept out near the middle of the stream. The situation is extremely dangerous, not quickly or not in time. I got up and took a deep breath and tried my best to swim. Luckily, I got hold of the baby's hair. The boy in terror kept clutching at me. It was very difficult for me to bring the baby to shore.Exhausted, I lay down on the riverbank breathing heavily, my limbs were exhausted. At this time, the children also called the baby's parents and some villagers to come out. An old man grabbed the boy's feet and turned a few times. His cock spat out as much water as he slowly regained consciousness. The boy's mother hugged him and cried. Naturally, tears welled up in my eyes because of the emotion. The boy's father lifted him up, crying while thanking him.That became a beautiful memory in my life, every time I think about it, I feel happy. And your son almost drowns every day, he's in fifth grade now.