村东有一弯流水,终年四季叮叮当当在野草蓬里低吟着一曲曲古老的歌。岸边两行古柳,春天里柳絮飘飞,暑夏柳枝妩媚多姿,严冬怒对苍天,倔犟地顶风迎雪。肩背搭连的乡下人到齐镇赶集,沿渠边茅草小径绕来绕去,粗犷的秦腔乱弹震的柳枝哗啦啦响。 这一幅幅奇幻无穷的画面,镌刻在我童年的记忆里。 日月如梭,斗转星移,大跃进跃出一条壮 There is a bend in the village east of the water, all the year round dingling whispered song in the wild grass song old song. Two rows of ancient willow shore, catkins fly in the spring, summer charming willow branches, harsh winter on the sky, the top winds to meet the snow. Countrymen shoulder to shoulder ride to the town to market, around the edge of thatch grass trail around, the rough chaos of the spring chaos willow chatter sound. This fantastic picture, engraved in my childhood memories. The sun and the moon flies, Buxushaojin, the Great Leap Forward jumped a strong