那是一个古得仿佛远离几个世纪的地方;那是一个静得只闻天地万籁寂静的地方;那是一个纯得可以彻底洗净心灵的地方;那儿,是梦开始的地方……那里的山不高,隐隐地起伏,温柔地把村庄拥在怀里;那里的水不深,潺潺地流出山谷,逶迤地环绕着村郭,溪河在雨中涨了、浑了、漫漫流淌。每过 It was an ancient place as far as centuries left; it was a quiet place where only the world was silenced; it was a place where pure soul could be thoroughly washed; there it was the place where the dream began ... there Mountain is not high, faintly undulating, gently holding the village in his arms; where the water is not deep, murmur out of the valley, wandering around the village Guo, the river rose in the rain, muddy, long flowing. Every time