伴着潺潺的水声,踩着细碎的银浪,披着早春的气息,她,向着远方的绿色田野缓缓流淌。她,是一条古老村庄旁边的小河。从小我就喜欢听爸爸讲他小时候的故事。而故事中,爸爸常常会提到儿时家乡的那条小河。 Accompanied by the murmur of water, stepping on the fine silver waves, dressed in the atmosphere of early spring, she slowly toward the green fields flowing. She is a small river next to an ancient village. I grew up listening to my father’s story about his childhood. In the story, my father often refers to that little river hometown childhood.