无论在什么季节,只要有空闲时间,我习惯在清晨或傍晚走近故乡的清水河,踏河堤春草,听潺潺水声,看红叶漂流,赏冰封雪景。然而,每次与河同行时,我就会变成一个糊涂的漫步者,感到生活于我,只是浮在远山的那一抹似有若无的薄雾,我可以走进它,也可以游离于它之外。每次同行时,我会深深吸一口气,开始与这位睿智却沉默的朋友畅谈。在我的视野中,这条母亲河,除了依你而居的人类热情馈赠的冰冷砌石外, No matter what the season, as long as there is free time, I used to approach the hometown of Qingshui River in the early morning or evening, riding the river embankment grass, listening to murmur of water, watching the red leaves rafting, enjoy snow cover snow. However, every time I walk with the river, I become a muddle-headed rambler who feels like living in me, but a swirling mist in the mountains, I can walk into it, Beyond it. For each companion, I take a deep breath and start talking to this wise but silent friend. In my view, this mother river, in addition to the warm stonework presented to you by humanity,