石头,是她从怒江边捡来的。她踮起脚尖,把石头吃力地端到游人面前。“叔叔,你听,你听……”女孩儿的眼中,一条大怒江,渐渐苏醒。她就住在石头旁,她的梦因此有翻滚的江面,溜索不怀好意的摇摆。她守在家门口。那些石头,等着有人弯腰,抚摸、端详。听她说一块怒江石,丛生的波浪。石头一上岸,就变了颜色。怒江春天的蓝,顿时被阳光篡改,怒江的险瞬间 Stone, she picked up from the Nu River. She tiptoe to tip the stone to the tourists. “Uncle, you listen, you listen ...” girl’s eyes, a Nu Nujiang, and gradually wake up. She lives beside the stone, and her dream is thus tumbling down the river, sloppily swinging maliciously. She kept at home. Those stones, waiting for someone to bend over, touch, look carefully. Listen to her say a Nujiang stone, clusters of waves. As soon as the rock landed, it changed color. Nujiang spring blue, suddenly being tampered with the sun, Nu of danger moment