安溪村穷,八山一水一分田的穷。石子圪拉的地里总是稀稀拉拉地歪着几排玉米,常年泛着青黄色。白水河水越来越细,在孩子们咿呀的歌谣里逐渐变成了白水溪。顺着水流的方向,山一座连着一座,在老人们的眼里如同逶迤的牛群。农闲的时光总是大把要打发的,老人们散坐在屋前脚地上津津有味地扯起老日子的故事,六十多 Anxi poor village, a mountain of water a field of poor. Pebbles pull the ground is always sparsely arranged rows of corn, perennial glowing green. Whitewater River getting thinner and finer, in the songs of children Baba gradually became Baishui River. Along the direction of the water, the mountains one after another, in the eyes of the elderly like a stagnant herd. Leisure time is always a lot to be sent, the elderly people sit in the front of the house relish tasting the old days story, more than 60