时光悠然,云月剪夜梦一帘。这是八月的傍晚。天空灿烂明净,晚风吹拂着成片成片的稻田,大气中散发着刚收割的稻草的味道。我和五叔的傻儿子富贵走在伸向河边的小道上。我背着独木舟走在前面,富贵提着渔网和渔兜,跟在后面铿锵有力地唱歌。我笑着问:“富贵,乐啥呢?”富贵跑到我前面,把渔网像衣服一样披在身上,他身上瞬间 Time leisurely, cloud moon night scouring a curtain. This is the evening of August. The sky is bright and clean, the breeze blowing into a piece of rice fields, the atmosphere exudes the taste of freshly harvested straw. I and Uncle five silly son walking in the path toward the river. I walked in front of a canoe carrying a wealth of fishing nets and fishing bags, behind the sonorous and powerful singing. I smiled and asked: “rich, music what? ” Wealth ran to me in front, the same as the fishing net dressed in clothes on his body instantly