微亮的黎明散发着蛊惑人心的诱惑,尚未彻底清醒的我披上衣服出门,去寻找这陌生小村中的一份惊喜。潺潺的流水声,淌在我略显懈怠的心上,虽比不上寂静的山谷中黄莺的清啼,却也在这雾气氤氲的晨曦中奏响了一曲牧歌。蹲在河边,我用瑟瑟发抖的手抚摸着一块微凉的巨大石块。那石块在河水的冲刷下已十分圆润,光滑的质感, Light dawn exudes the temptation to deceive people, not yet fully awake I put on clothes to go find a strange surprise in this small village. Gurgling sound of water, dripping in my mind slightly slack, though not as quiet in the valley of the yellow warbler, but also in the dawn of the fog played a song of pastoral. Squatting by the river, I used a shivering hand stroking a cool boulder. That stone in the erosion of the river has been very rounded, smooth texture,