我一直都记得,外婆家门前有一条大河。穿过片片金黄色的田野,穿过树木掩映的黛色长墙,她就在那里静静流淌着。那是故乡的河啊,清清澈澈。幼时,若你认识我,定曾听我吹嘘过:我的外公开凿过一条河。他用田里长长的藤蔓在地上一比划,又深又宽的河道便呈现了出来。他用咒语一召唤,地下的水就 I always remember that Grandma had a big river in front of him. Passing through the golden fields of the piece, she dwells quietly through the long dark wall of damask trees. That is the home of the river ah, clear and clear. If you knew me when you were young, I would have heard me brag about it: My grandfather opened a river. He used the long vine in the field to plot on the ground, and the deep and wide river came out. He summoned the spell, and the underground water was there