从罕山北麓渗出的霍林河水,千回百转,不急不蹂,即使在雨量充沛、万物蓬勃的盛夏,依然清凉甘洌,游鱼可见。三个豆蔻之年的孩子,被河水吸引,偷偷出来捕鱼。领头的大刚,年龄最长,稚嫩的嘴唇周围,已经长出细密的绒毛。他光着脚,“啪嗒啪嗒”踩在水面上,偶尔抓一把沙子,随手一扬,肩上的渔网和网兜里的球鞋,就跟着乱蹦乱跳。紧随其后的于洪 Huolin River leaking from the northern foot of Han Shan River, Thousands of revolutions, do not rush not ravaged, even in abundant rainfall, thriving summer, still cool sweet, fish can be seen. Three year cardamom children, attracted by the river, secretly fishing out. The leading Dagang, the longest, immature lips around, has grown fine fluff. He barefoot, “flip-flop ” trample on the water, and occasionally grab a handful of sand, a handful of Yang, his shoulder and nets in the fishnet shoes, followed by jumped. Followed by Yu Hong