一脚踏进风景区,我便隐约地听到“哗啦哗啦”的水流声从远处飘来。我连忙停下脚步,竖耳,寻找,再寻找。在我的行走中,每一步似乎都有她亲切的声音跟随着。这声音,就是芙蓉镇挂在悬崖上的瀑布发出的!这是大地对蓝天的倾诉,还是时空对远古的呼唤?在土司广场,我仔细地阅读着石碑上一行行的文字。那瀑布声如“溪州 A foot into the scenic area, I will vaguely heard ”crashed “ sound of water floated from afar. I quickly stopped, erect ears, look for, look for again. In my walking, every step seems to have her kind voice to follow. This voice is issued by the waterfalls that Furong Town hangs on the cliffs. Is this the talk of the earth to the blue sky, or the call of time and space to ancient times? At Tusi Square, I carefully read the words on the stone tablet. That waterfall sound such as ”Creek state