一我常常坐在江畔的礁石上,侧耳倾听怒江的低语。在这冬天的夜晚,怒江一改往日的咆哮,似乎也累了,累得趴在河道上就可安然入睡,打上轻柔的鼾声似的。这时候的怒江并不愤怒,但也并不平静;我几次试图像年轻时那样泅渡过怒江的决心总是被胆怯一点点蚕食,我只有脱去厚重的棉衣和尼龙袜子将踝脚泡入江水中,用江水的刺骨之寒觉醒自己麻木已久的神经。尽管我 I often sit on the banks of the river, whispering to the Nu River. On this winter’s night, the snarling of the Nujiang River seemed to be tired and tired to fall asleep while lying on the watercourse with a gentle snore. The Nu River at this time is not angry, but not calm; several times I tried to cross the Nu like a young man’s determination was always timid a little nibbling, I only take off thick coat and nylon socks will ankle feet into the river Water, awakened by the bitter cold of the river water for a long time nerves. Despite me