鸡鸣、犬吠,袅袅炊烟从寨子里浮起来了,飘飘摇摇进了林子。父子俩早早起了床。父亲手脚麻利,戴上斗笠,荷上锄头,“吱”地打开门,走出去。儿子的动作显得嫩生了许多,摸下床,掬一捧清水,清醒了自己,水缸中一圈一圈漾着他惺忪的睡眼,然后拎起灶上昨夜整好的干粮,朝着渺茫的晨雾中那个略有些佝偻的身影奔去……这是一方好美的水土。是啊,来这里旅游考察的人都这么说。 Crowing, barking, curl smoke floated from the stockade, and fluttering into the woods. Father and son got up early. Father hands and feet deft, put on hats, load hoe, “squeak ” to open the door, go out. His son seemed to tender a lot of newborn, touching the bed, a handful of clear water, awakened himself, the water in a circle Yang Yang bleary sleepy eyes, and then picked up the stove last night, a good dry food, toward the slim The morning mist in the slightly shabby figure ran ... ... This is a beautiful soil and water. Yes, those who come here for study tours say so.