常常会不经意间想起家乡的那口水井,每念及此就想回去看看。偶然回乡,便信步前往家背后的那口水井。走近一看,水井就像一位寿登耄耋的老者,安然中尽显沧桑,井内四壁布满了厚厚的青苔,井水清澈透明且轻柔安静地往外流淌着。我俯身掬起一捧井水,在丝丝的凉爽与甜润中,久远的思绪飘然而至。因为年代久远,又没文字资料记载,我也不知道生养我的村庄是何年何月从何处 I often think of that hometown waterhole inadvertently, each would like to go back and read it. Occasionally return home, then walked to the back of that home that well. Closer look, the wells like a longevity shy old man, Enron in the vicissitudes of life, well inside the walls covered with thick moss, well water clear and quiet and flowing out. I leaned up and lifted a well of water, cool and sweet in the slightest, distant thoughts floated. Because of the age, there is no written information, I do not know where the birth of my village is from where