每年春天,芦苇悄悄地从河滩钻出来,尖尖的,嫩嫩的。几场春雨过后,芦苇便节节上长,一个星期就会长高几尺。等到那个时候,我就会和一群小伙伴,放学后把书包放在河堤上,窜到没膝深的芦苇中,随便挑根芦苇,拔出芦苇的矢头,剥去芦苇的内芯,将卷起的芦叶放入口中,轻轻吹起。一曲悠扬的哨声便会随即响起,飘荡在春光明媚的河面上。 Each spring, the reeds quietly drilled from the river beach, sharp, tender. After a few spring rains, the reeds are steadily growing and will grow several feet a week. Wait until then, I will be with a group of small partners, after school put the bag on the embankment, went to no knee deep reeds, just pick roots reeds, pull out the head of reeds, stripped of reed's inner core, Loaded rolled leaves into the mouth, gently blowing. A melodious whistle will soon sounded, floating in the spring on the bright river.