绕着一条清澈的小溪行驶,转弯处或有一丛青翠的野刺棘,低伏在黑青的岩壁处;或者一棵泡桐树正盛开乳白的花,散发隐约的清香;或是一栋乌瓦木板的老屋,静立在结满菜籽的田野;或迎头遇上一座青山挡住道路,然而从山脚穿出一条洁白水泥路,蜿蜒而上山腰。这里是绿的仙境,溪水潺潺地流淌着,跌宕时会发出轻微流响。鱼罐车的师傅每次看到我们的车停下来,便拿出鱼网,从水箱舀出半桶鱼花来,两个村民兴冲冲地抬着半桶鱼花,从陡峭的山路下到溪水边。溪水清澈,鱼苗放归,小鱼跃入溪水,黑色的脊背清晰地浮现在 Orbiting a clear stream, there is a verdant spur of thorns on the corner, low in dark blue rock; or a paulownia tree is blooming with white flowers, emitting vague fragrance; or a Wuwa wooden old house, standing in the fields filled with rapeseed; or head-on encounter a green hill blocking the road, but from the foot of a white cement road, meandering up the hillside. Here is a green fairyland, stream flowing gurgling, ups and downs will be issued a slight flow. Each time the master of a fish tank car stopped to see our car, he took out a fishing net and scooped half a bucket of fish out of the water tank. Two villagers excitedly carried half a bucket of fish and flowers from the steep mountain road to the water’s edge . Streams clear, fry put back, jumping into the stream of small fish, black back clearly emerged