我曾陶醉于微山湖那一望无边的荷花;也曾领略过济南大明湖那“四面荷花三面柳”的风韵,但久久印在脑海里的还是故乡门前那一湾藕。 那是泰山脚下一个叫吴家庄的小村,我家就在村子的最南头,典型的鲁中式用黄土砸成的院墙围着三间茅屋。柴门外左侧几十株钻天的大杨树,在幼小的心灵中就是原始森 I had revelled in the Weishan Lake that boundless lotus; also had a taste of Jinan Daming Lake that “surrounded by three sides of the lotus willow” charm, but a long time printed in my mind or the hometown in front of that lotus root lotus root. That is the foot of Mount Tai at the foot of a small village called Wujiazhuang, my home is in the village’s southernmost, typical Lu Chinese smashed walls with walls surrounded by three hut. Outside the firewood dozens of days outside the big poplar, in the young mind is primitive Sen