我的老家展茅村,有一条清澈的溪流,从山腰的石缝间溢出,从路边的草棵里渗出,犹如一条碧玉带,夹着树叶和落花的馨香,载着山的故事唱着山的歌儿来到村边,又唱着小曲儿穿越村庄,流向远方。村里老爷爷告诉我:展茅溪曾为经济发展付出过惨痛的代价,溪流旁搞了个庞大的鱿鱼加工厂,每天成吨的鱿鱼内脏倒于溪流中,明亮的溪水变成了乌黑的墨汁,芳馨的溪流变成了恶臭的污沟,随风 My home village Maocun, a clear stream, overflowing from the mountainside stone crevices, seeping from the roadside grass, like a jade belt, sandwiched leaves and falling flowers of the fragrance, carrying the story of the mountain sing The song of the mountains came to the edge of the village, singing a little song through the village, flowing into the distance. The grandfather told me: Zhan Maoxi had paid the painful price for its economic development. There was a huge squid processing factory next to the stream. Each day, tons of squid were turned into streams and the bright streams turned into black ink , Fragrant stream into a stench of sewage ditch, the wind