河水洗过的月光,照亮童年的模样。童年就像一条小河,从你生命的河床里流过,它流得那么缓慢,又流得那么湍急,你无法把它留住,它的涟漪和浪花会轻轻地拍击你的心,让你感觉自己似乎总是没有长大。七岁那年,父亲到乡下接雪弟去上海,可雪弟并不想去。乡下房子的后门外面是一条河,雪弟天天在河边走 River washed moonlight, illuminate the appearance of childhood. Childhood is like a stream flowing from the bed of your life, it flows so slowly and so fast that you can not hold it, its ripples and waves gently slap your heart You feel like you always seem to have not grown up. At the age of seven, my father went to the countryside to pick up the snow brother to Shanghai, but Snow Brother did not want to go. Outside the back door of the country house is a river, the snow brother walk by the river every day