如果说茫茫千里彝山是彝家姑娘撒开来的一条百褶裙,那么蟠溪河就是这裙上的一条细小的褶皱。小河千百年来,静静地向北流淌,最后汇入金沙江。小河也像攀爬在茫茫彝山里瘦瘦的一棵瓜秧,挂着那南瓜一样的四五个瘦瘦的村庄。蟠溪村便是我家乡。小河的源头在那哨房梁子,站在那梁子上,可以一眼把小河看完,目送着她缠绵地不舍地流过村庄, If the vast thousands of miles Yishan is a pleated skirt spread from the Yi girl, then Panxihe is a small folds on this dress. For thousands of years, the river quietly flows northward and finally flows into the Jinsha River. The river also climbs like a cucumber seedling in the vast Yi mountain, hanging four or five lean villages like the pumpkin. Panxi Village is my hometown. The source of the river in the whistle of the beam, standing on that beam, you can look at the river one after another, watched her lingering tirelessly through the village,