每个人都拥有一个记忆的宝库。这个宝库储存的往往又是一那些挥之不去刻骨铭心的记忆。在记忆的宝库深处,隐藏着的往往又是非纯粹的记忆,它有时隐藏的是一个场景、一个故事,有时又是一种情愫、一种来自生命源泉的原动力。而这些东西又往往会使我们变得愈来愈高尚。这是许多人都曾拥有的共同记忆。70年代初的一个飘着瑞雪的冬日,在江南松滋一个小镇上读中学的董玉清来到小镇东边的一条小河旁,第一次见到铺满积雪的河滩上,栖息着散千只白鹤、大雁、野鸭。这些神态各异的飞禽,只要有人靠近它们,它们就会成群结队地从你身边 Everyone has a treasure trove of memories. Often stored in this treasure house is a memorable memory of those lingering. In the depths of the treasure chest, there are often hidden non-sheer memories. Sometimes it is hidden in a scene, a story, sometimes a kind of emotion, a driving force from the source of life. And these things tend to make us more and more noble. This is a common memory many people have. In the early seventies, on a snow-covered winter day, Dong Yuqing, who was a middle school in Songzi, a small town in the south of Songjiang, came to a small river east of the town. For the first time, he saw a snow-covered riverbank, Only crane, geese, ducks. These birds of different deities, as long as someone close to them, they will be in droves from your side