所有的水流都是一次性的,一经流逝,再也追不回来。岁月的春河里,一泓泓苏醒的碧波掠河底而过,那些在春天里发痒的水草尖儿、藕芽儿,在流水的冲刷下松动而舒展。我一直觉得,每一泓拂着新生力量而过的碧波都是怀揣着母性美的。水流匆匆,漩涡里,流水频频回头,那些被它们滋养的水底植株默默地茁壮、结实。 All the water is a one-time, once the passage, no longer chase back. Years of Spring River, a Hong Wang wake up the waves swept across the river, those in the spring itchy water plants Po, lotus bud children, loose under the scouring of running water and stretch. I have always felt that every blue wave passing through the new force carries the beauty of motherhood. Water hurried, whirlpool, water frequently back, those who are nourished by their underwater plants quietly robust, strong.