生在江南,看惯了那柔媚无骨的水,竟不曾见过真正的瀑布。黄果树的浩浩荡荡,直落九天;湖口外的汹涌澎湃,一泻千里。这些只在梦中给我留下了一个模糊的背影。虽然不曾亲见飞落的瀑布,但对于瀑布的精魂,我却能够毫不费力地理解;因为,在我家门前,时时流泻着一处春之瀑布。所谓春之? Born in the south of the Yangtze River, used to seeing the tender, boneless water, never saw a real waterfall. Huang Guoshu’s mighty, straight drop nine days; These only left me with a vague back in the dream. Although I did not see the falling waterfall, I was able to understand the essence of the waterfall without difficulty. Because, in front of my house, there was a waterfall in spring. The so-called spring?