那条河从脑海深处汨汨涌出,河的源头是连绵青山,毛茸茸的深浅不一;它流过山的腰,如银蛇轻舞,流过丛林,流过石桥。我站在桥上眺望,曲折小径的深处,在一株小叶榕下,新旧两座依偎的老宅,还有那个笑盈盈的白发老人。她不知道什么时候眼睛已被白翳遮了光,看 The river gushes from the depths of the mind, the source of the river is rolling mountains, hairy shades; it flows through the mountain waist, such as Silver Snake dance, flowing through the jungle, flowing through the stone bridge. I stand on the bridge overlooking the twists and turns of the depths of a small leafy under the old and new nestled two old house, there is the smiling white hair of the elderly. She did not know when the eyes had been covered with white hair, look