一中元节,我回到老家,照例给母亲和祖先烧纸。大堤上那些高大的柳树早就逃之夭夭。大堤突然变矮了,潴龙河也没有逃脱干涸的命运。站在大堤上遥望潴龙河故道,是一望无际的蓬勃的青纱帐,构成青纱帐的不再是玉米、花生、高粱、大豆和柳条,更多的是攀缘在竹竿上的麻山药藤,就是这个地 A Chinese New Year, I returned home, as usual, to the mother and ancestor burning paper. The tall willows on the embankment had long since fled. Dike suddenly became shorter, the retention of Longhe did not escape the fate of the dry. Standing on the embankment on the long-distance accumulation of the Longhe old course, is an endless flourishing qin gauze, constitutes a gauze account is no longer corn, peanuts, sorghum, soybeans and wicker, more is clinging to the bamboo on the Ma Yedang vine, is this