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一个阳光明媚的冬日,我回到西白山下。满山葱茏。夕阳下,白色钢砖贴面的幢幢农家小楼错落有致。这就是小小的剡山村,我曾在这里度过20年的大好时光。两星期前,一别多年的好友晓华突然来信,要我抽空回家乡瞧瞧。读完信,尘封的记忆一下被打开。剡山村面临笔直如线的新长乐江,背靠绍兴市第二高峰的西白山。记忆中的那些岁月,连队里分来的那根田塍也被当作资本主义尾巴割掉了。人们一年365天除了去队里侍弄稻麦、番薯、玉米,就是上西白山割草砍柴。我们这些十五六岁的小伙,一年至少要爬30次西
A sunny winter, I returned to the West Baishan. Mountain verdant. Sunset, the white steel brick veneer blocks of farmhouse patchwork. This is a small mountain village, I have spent 20 years in this great time. Two weeks ago, a few years of friend Xiaohua suddenly wrote a letter asking me to take time to look back at my hometown. After reading the letter, the dusty memory is opened.剡 mountain village is facing a straight line like the new Changle River, backed by the second peak of Shaoxing City, Western White Mountains. The memories of those days, the company was also divided into the roots of the field was also cut off as a capitalist tail. 365 days a year in addition to the team to indulge in rice and wheat, sweet potatoes, corn, is cutting the west of the White Mountain mowing wood. Our 15-year-old guy climbs 30 times a year at least