我一直想给曲开老人写一篇文字,但是每每提笔,又总是苦于无从下笔。时间长了,于是想山里的一个老人而已,也没有做过什么惊天动地的事,不写也就不写了,给自己找了一个不写的理由。但又不死心,总觉着这是一个与众不向的老人,如果不写出个一二三四五来,可惜了禾木村的一个好素材。于是,就有了下面的一二三四五来。一条河能隔多久八十三岁的曲开老人身体硬朗得像一个小伙子。八年前,我第一次见到他时,他七十五岁。那天,我看见他从坡下的禾木河中一手提着一个装满水的铁桶,昂首挺胸地向坡上的家中走来,着实把我吓了一跳。别说这么大年纪的老人,就是我们这些壮年人, I always wanted to write an article to the old man Qu Qu, but often to mention pen, but also always suffer from no pen. A long time, so I want an old man in the mountains only, have not done anything earth-shattering things, do not write do not write, find yourself a reason not to write. But do not give up, always feel that this is a public from the public, if you do not write one two three four five come, a pity a good material Hemu Village. So, there is the following one two three four five come. How long a river can open 83-year-old Ququai elderly tough body like a young man. He was seventy-five years old when I first met him eight years ago. That day, I saw him carrying a bucket full of water in one hand from the Hemu River under the slope, went upstairs to the home on the slope, really shocked me. Not to mention such a big old man, that is,