白石江沉甸了太多的历史。由于刚下过雨,又是初晴,空气清新得诱人,吉普车的整个篷布被我们齐整整地掀了起来,露出了瘦骨嶙嶙的几根支架,在阳光下闪着一种特别的光泽。我们走走停停,停停走走,在那条时宽时窄,记录着历史的沧桑被人们称为白石江的小河畔徘徊。河的两岸生长着高大的乔木,树影被阳光推进十来丈宽的河里,将宁静呆板的河面画出了若干生动有趣的图形,几只不知疲倦的水鸟,挥动着灰黄的翅膀在树丛与绿水织成的清凉世界里飞翔,不时将一张红得醉人的小嘴往水面上一点,荡起了一阵优美且柔弱的涟漪。我忽地想,那满布雄浑壮阔、险峻萧刹的白石江到哪里去了,这条弯蜒曲折的小河难道就是白石江? Whitehead heavy precipitation too much history. Due to the rains, but also the first clear, the air was fresh and attractive, the entire tarp jeep we were neatly lifted up, exposing a few scumbag scaffolding, flashing a special shine in the sun . We walked stop-and-go, stopped and walked, and when the time was wide and narrow, the vicissitudes of history were recorded wandering by the banks of the White River. Growing tall trees on both banks of the river, the shadow of the trees was pushed by the sun into the river of ten feet wide, the quiet and dull river painted a number of lively and interesting graphics, a few tireless waterfowl, waving the yellow wings Trees and green water woven into the cool world, from time to time will be a red intoxicating little mouth to the water a little, swinging a burst of beautiful and weak ripples. I suddenly thought, that covered with powerful and magnificent, steep Xiao-Sha Bai Shijiang where to go, this is the twists and turns of the Creek is Whitehead River?