远远的立于都市的喧闹，记忆深处那条孤独的河流淌过我心的原野，一任岁月和风霜弹拨。我是成长在河岸的一棵草。但我还没有感觉到欣慰，以为这流水淙淙的音乐、逝者如斯的诉说、无声无息的执着，是应该的。树荫、柳絮、鸟叫、蝉鸣、岸边潮湿的炊烟和梦中千回百转的童谣是应该 Far from the urban noise, the memory of the lonely river flowing through the heart of my wilderness, his years and wind plucked plucked. I am a grass growing on the banks of the river. But I have not felt so pleased that this shy music, the deceased said so, quietly dedication, it should be. Shade, catkins, birds, cicadas, the shore of the wet smoke and thousands of dreams in the nursery rhyme should be