水头镇的石头水头镇的石头流淌着世界的血!它是生命的天体落到故乡的泪水,它安静,它坚忍,它素朴,它燃烧着,它照亮着。一石才子!一石佳人!一石牛郎!一石织女!写诗的人,你该来这里,这儿有用乡思纹身的石头酋长,它手握着乡音的锋利!这儿有灵魂刀錾的安眠,这儿有生命奔腾汹涌的光的箭镞!这儿有自由风暴狂吻过的石头歌声。它把闪电响雷赶进了自己的心脏,它抽打着火星的泪水,抖动彩羽。它有编钟悠扬的舞步,它有梁祝缠绵的情怀。 It’s the tear of life’s heavenly body that lands in its hometown. It is quiet. It is perseverance, it is naive, it burns, it lightens. A person who writes poetry, you should come here, you can use the stone chief of the country to think of the tattoo chieftain, it holds the sharpness of the accent! There is the sleep of the soul knife, there is life here Pentium turbulent light arrows! Here is a free-kissed stone song. It thundered the thunderstorm into its own heart, hitting the tears of Mars and shaking the colored feathers. It chimes melodious dance steps, it has the feeling of loving lingering.