村庄傍依在美丽的小河边,岁月绵绵,如诗如梦的河水曲转回延常年不倦地潺潺流淌,昼夜不停地弹奏着古老的心曲。波光倒影,载动着岁月镂刻的隽永,雕刻着时光赋予的沧桑。在我的记忆里,小河是村庄的不可分割的一部分。小时候,每至夏季,小河往往是我们这些小孩心中的圣地。我们这些顽皮小子和黄毛丫头会不顾大人的叮咛告诫,每天反复涉 Pong village in the beautiful riverside, the years, the poetic dreams of the melody turn round the year round tirelessly gurgling flowing, day and night keep playing the ancient heart song. Wave reflection, carrying the years engraved Meaningful, carved the vicissitudes of time. In my memory, the creek is an integral part of the village. As a child, every summer, the river is often the holy land of our children. Our naughty boy and yellow hair girl will ignore adult caution, repeated every day