兰溪兰溪是我家乡的一条山溪。从高处看,溪水绕山而行,或作环状,或呈条状,溶溶滟滟,美不可言。小时候,我常去溪边玩儿。有时去芦苇丛里捉蜻蜓,有时躲在一棵古樟后看白鹭是如何从溪面飞起,有时则约了新结识的伙伴在浅滩里摸螃蟹。累了,就在溪边的几块天然的洗衣石上横七竖八地躺着,默 Lanxi Lanxi is a mountain stream in my hometown. From a high point of view, the stream around the mountain line, or as a ring, or a strip, dissolve 滟 滟, the United States unspeakable. As a kid, I used to go to the stream. Sometimes we go to the reeds to catch the dragonflies, and sometimes we hide in an ancient camphor and see how the egret flies from the river. Sometimes, some new acquaintances touch crabs in the shallows. Tired, lying on the edge of the stream a few pieces of natural laundry stone lying, silent