一每一段逝去的岁月都有不绝的流水,流水易逝,但江山永存,这让后世重返历史现场有了某种可能。这一方水土,并不见河流,只有一条木兰溪,很清,很浅,几乎是一直贴在溪谷的心底无声无息地流逝,一路婉转地穿过北回归线上那些如同神经脉络的阡陌,流过一个个宁静的、安分守己的村庄,把我引向莆田榕树下那枝杈间渐次浮现的郊野。这样一条小溪载不动许多愁,也载不动太多的记忆,却有一种忽如其来的力量冲撞 Every passing period of time there is a steady stream of water, flowing perishable, but the country forever, which makes future generations to return to the historic site has a certain possibility. This side of soil and water, and do not see the river, only a Mulan, very clear, very shallow, almost always attached to the heart of the valley quietly passing, all the way through the Tropic of Cancer that line as the nerve influx of rice fields, flow After a quiet, self-sacrificing village, led me to Puma under the banyan branches that gradually emerge between the countryside. Such a small stream can not move many worry, but also contains too much memory, but there is a sudden collision of forces