在记忆深处有一片葱葱笼笼的绿,被那片绿紧紧围在中心的,经常炊烟袅袅的百十来户人家的小林场,为便是生我养我的故乡。故乡有一条日夜奔腾的大河。大河在林场的东边,要走两里地的路程。大河上有一座坚实的水泥大桥,大桥下便是轰隆隆的抽水机,抽水机抽上来的水用来浇灌大河东侧的苗圃里的各种苗木。当我再一次焦急的去寻找日夜思念的那条大河时,大河变成了一条浅浅的水沟,清澈的河水变成了浑浊的溪流:大河里那些青石板不见了,青石板下面的小鱼 In the depths of the memory there is a lush green cage, which is tightly surrounded by the green center, often smoke curl of dozens of families to the Kobayashi field, as is the birth I raise my hometown. There is a hometown day and night Pentium river. River in the east of the forest, to go two miles away. There is a solid concrete bridge over the river, under the bridge is a thundering water pump, pumping water pumping water used to water east of the river nurseries in a variety of seedlings. When I was once again anxious to find that day and night to miss the great river, the river into a shallow ditch, the clear water into a muddy stream: those in the river where the bluestone disappeared, fish