潺潺的流水声,婉转的鸟鸣声,风吹动树叶的沙沙声,在民风淳朴的村庄里形成一首交响乐,是那样和谐,那样美妙。“狗娃,昨日大雨带上的泥污肯定弄脏了学堂的黑板,你快去把黑板抹干净,那可是咱山里人的根啊!”狗娃的父亲急切地对狗娃说。狗娃二话没说,从木板床上一骨碌就爬了起来,抓着一块洗得发白的旧毛巾飞快地向学堂跑去。 The murmur of water, the melodious birdsong, the rustling of the leaves of the wind, the formation of a symphony in a rustic village, so harmonious, so wonderful. “Dog baby, the mud on the heavy rain yesterday certainly dirty the blackboard of the school, you go to the blackboard wipe clean, it is the root of our mountains!” Dog baby’s father eagerly said to the dog. Papa did not say anything else, climbed up from a wooden bed bed, clutching a washed white towel ran quickly to the school.