回忆一条河流,在它干涸的时候,怀念一泓泉水,在它消失的日子,总会令人有些悲凉。而我,不能不再一次想起它,因为我又来到了它的身边。西拉木伦河,我故乡的河,虽然,在我的眼前,今天已经没有一滴水。曾经,我站在壶口瀑布,看黄河自天而下;我站在朝天门码头,望长江滚滚东流;我曾在春花初绽时,静观过西湖那一汪深碧,也曾在秋叶新红处,纵览过天池那山影的嵯峨。就像多少人曾在童年的记忆里留恋自己门前的小溪、村边的荷塘;就像多少人曾 Recalling a river, when it is dry, miss the spring, in the days it disappears, there will always be a bit sad. And I, can not stop thinking of it again, because I came to it again. Westlaamun River, the river of my hometown, though, before my eyes, there is no drop of water today. Once upon a time, I stood in the Hukou Waterfall and looked at the Yellow River from the sky; I stood at the Chaotianmen Wharf and looked at the Yangtze River to go eastward. When I first had a spring flower bloom, I watched the Wangbi deep in the West Lake, , An overview of the sky over Tianchi Mountain shadows. Like many people in their childhood memories nostalgia in front of their own stream, the village of Lotus; just like how many people have