苇泽村里,溪水一路歌唱着流经每家每户。溪边就是青石板铺成的古道。我顺着古道走进了村子。溪流就在石头砌成的院墙下流过,撞击出一连串俏皮的水泡。溪水清澈透亮。阳光正好,水底的石头有着温润的光泽。我想捡块石头。可手刚伸进溪流里,就像是被冰凉的溪水咬了一口,冷得我跳了起来。 Wei Ze village, streams all the way through every household singing. Stream is paved with blue stone trail. I walked down the ancient trail into the village. The streams flowed under the walls of stone walls, striking a series of playful blisters. Clear and clear stream. Sunshine just, the bottom of the stone has a warm luster. I want to pick up a stone. Hand just reached into the stream, like being bite a cold stream, cold I jumped up.