那是无论时代的风沙怎样吹拂都无法改变的千年之歌。——题记沿着连绵的青山,一座小村静默的贮立在湖畔,掩映在高低错落俯仰生姿的树木之间。远方水天相接,浩淼的湖面,似绸缎般柔和,轻轻跃动。岸边停泊着几只已有时间痕迹的木船,随着水波起浮,只有一根粗壮的麻绳松松地系在木桩上,恬静而闲适。一个小小的身影蹦跳着向村子跑去——是一个四五岁的小女孩。脸上挂着微笑,泛着如湖光般柔和的光。她实在是喜欢这片清亮明净的湖水。她总是觉得有一个轻柔的声音在呼唤着自己,去看 It is the millennium song that can not be changed regardless of how the sand of the times blows. - Inscription along the rolling hills, a small village quietly stored in the lake, nestled in the height of the patchwork between trees. Remote water and water phase, the vast lake, like silk as soft, gently jump. Moored at the shore with a few signs of time have been wooden boats, with the waves rise and fall, only a thick hemp tied loosely on the stakes, quiet and leisurely. A small figure bouncing towards the village - is a four or five year old girl. His face hung a smile, glowing like a lake of soft light. She really likes this clear and bright lake. She always felt a soft voice calling to see her