江水,无声无息地流向远方,带着无数看不见的旋涡,伴着数不清的悲伤与欢乐,永不停息。一春水碧于天,画船听雨眠。幼时,他对于这条江的记忆只是脚边的浪花,还有活蹦乱跳的鱼虾。他与伙伴嬉戏在江边,看着在阳光的照耀下晶莹碧透的江水,心中满是欢喜。他们追逐着浪花,一个个脚印静静地印在沙滩上,浅浅的坑里留下了他们的欢声笑语。有时在沙滩上挖一个小小的坑,等潮水涌上又重新退去时,他们惊讶地发现水洼里有好多小鱼小虾,这是江水送给他们的礼物。累了,便在沙滩上躺下,任由潮水亲吻着脚丫,耳朵贴着大地,便能听见 The river, flowing silently to the distance, with countless invisible vortices, with countless sorrows and joys, never ceases to exist. A spring water Pitt, painting boat to sleep. When he was young, his memory of the river was just the spray of feet and the fresh fish and shrimp. He and his friends play in the waterfront, watching the sun shining crystal clear water, heart full of joy. They chased the waves, silently stamped on the beach one by one, leaving their laughter in shallow pits. Sometimes digging a small pit on the beach and waiting for the tide to flood and recede, they were surprised to find that there were so many small fish shrimp in the puddles, a gift from the river. Tired, they lie down on the beach, let the tide of kissing feet, ears close to the earth, you can hear