你知道鲁西南,知道孟子故里,却不知道那个叫看庄的小镇。你知道秋天,知道十月的海,却不知道那条叫倪河的水。我说,那是我自己的水。从一条鱼到另一条鱼,心的涟漪轻轻破碎。苍穹下,河边浣衣的女子笑靥如花。如果我愿意,每一张脸都可以是我死去的外婆,或者我年迈的母亲,或者我自己。要爱我们的庄 You know Southwest, Mencius know the hometown, but do not know that called Zhuang town. You know autumn, know the sea of ​​October, but do not know the water called Ni River. I said it was my own water. From one fish to another, the heart ripples gently crumble. Under the sky, the woman in front of the river is laughing like a flower. If I like, every face can be my dead grandmother, or my elderly mother, or myself. Love our village