仰望天空,万里无云。这是我懂事以来第一次与春天的故乡相逢,一切是如此陌生,却又如此亲切。满心欢喜、满心期盼的我,来到了久违的小河边。那里,还残留着我昔日的印迹。河水一如从前,或许因为正值春天,又添上了几分灵动的气息。只是岸上,又多了一个陌生的身影,是一位老人。他,持竿静静坐在河边,仿佛并不愿打破宁静的河面。望望鱼篓,空的,我踮起脚轻轻走过去,想与老人攀谈。老人说他每天都来钓鱼 Looked at the sky, cloudless. This is the first time I’ve lived with a spring in my native country, everything is so strange but so cordial. Full of joy, full of hope I came to a long absence the river. There, I still have my old imprint. Like the past river, perhaps because of the spring, but also added a bit smart breath. Just ashore, another more strange figure, is an old man. He, sitting pole quietly by the river, seemed unwilling to break the quiet river. Looking at the baskets, empty, I walked barefoot gently, want to chat with the elderly. The old man said he came fishing every day