老爸在钉木条时,那叮叮咚咚的节奏总是显得很镇定,他一边钉一边说要让水进来,拦是没有用的,但是不能让洪水退走时带走我们舍不得的用品。小时候,我住在湘西北的一个小镇,小镇坐落在被两溪一河环抱的山里。因为山路盘旋崎岖,那时要进一趟城便是家里的一件大事,但听爷爷(其实血缘上应叫外公)说,因为水路发达,在二十世纪二三十年代,小镇可是全国有名的小 When the father nailed the sticks, the beating of the bells always seemed calm. He nailed the water and said it was useless, but it was of no use for the floodwater to take away the products we reluctant to leave. When I was young, I lived in a small town in the northwestern part of Hunan. The town was located in a mountain surrounded by two streams and one river. Because the mountain road circled the rugged, at that time to enter the city is a major event at home, but to listen to my grandfather (in fact, my grandfather should be called), because the waterway developed in the twenties twenties and thirties, the town but the country Famous small