村里有一条小河,人们都叫它母河。它的水明净清凉,像月神的轻纱,萦绕在村前屋后。无名的银色小鱼总爱靠近人们的手指,啃得你痒痒,你一吆喝,它们便像惹事的孩童迅疾地躲在母亲身后一样——害怕地钻进了水里。白天,妇女们喜欢挎着竹篮,挽起袖子到河边洗衣服。几个孩子便在河里自由地扑腾,溅起一串串水花。胆小的鸭子生气地游上了岸。傍晚,月光像一颗颗珍珠,浮在水面上。清凉的夏风吹拂着人们的脸颊,母亲从河里打了一盆水,放进一些草药,便开始洗她那头乌黑的长发。我问母亲:“我是从哪里来的啊?” There is a small river in the village and people call it mother river. Its clear and cool water, like Luna’s veil, linger in the village before the house. Nameless silver fish always love people near the fingers, chew you itch, as soon as you drink, they like trouble children hiding behind her mother quickly - the same fear into the water. During the day, women like to leave their baskets and roll up their sleeves to the river to wash their clothes. A few children fluttered freely in the river, splashing a string of water. The timid duck swam angrily to shore. In the evening, the moonlight looks like a pearl floating on the water. Cool summer wind blowing people’s cheeks, the mother hit a pot of water from the river, put some herbs, began to wash her dark hair that other end. I asked my mother: “Where did I come from?”