泉在村庄的底部,而村庄在山的底部。这些起起伏伏的山与山之间的缝隙中,有着多少生命葳蕤延绵,我们无法用肉眼一一识别。但记忆却会详尽地把一些当时漫不经心的瞬间无限地扩大,让逐渐远离了原先轨道的我们,寻着它来的方向一点点倒着走回去。关于泉的记忆,来自一条名叫“泉”的沟内。沟内乱石嶙峋,在满山满坡茂盛的草的衬托下,贫瘠而卑贱。 Spring at the bottom of the village, while the village at the bottom of the mountain. How many life stretches in the gap between these ups and downs of mountains and mountains, we can not identify with the naked eye one by one. But the memories exhaustively expanded some of the careless moments that were so infrequent so that we gradually walked away from us, the direction we were looking for, backwards. The memory of the spring comes from a ditch named “Spring”. Trench ditch, in the mountains full of lush grass against the backdrop of barren and humble.