临近中午,周围的人像蚂蚁一样向坝上拥来。我脚步疾,冲在最前排,想挤进去,但是办不到,警察和县乡干部像扎篱笆般把围观的人群挡在柚园外面。柚园三面环山,一面临水,唯一的出路是一条高过屋脊的塘坝,下了塘坝,又被一垄垄不规整的稻田分岔隔断。几位省市领导和精心安排的村民代表簇拥着那位首长,在柚树旁指指点 Near noon, like the ants around to the embrace of the dam. My footsteps, rushed in the front row, want to squeeze in, but can not do, the police and county cadres like bar fence crowded crowd in the pomelo outside. Pomelo garden surrounded by mountains, facing the water, the only way out is a pond dam above the ridge, under the pond dam, but also a ridge ridge irregularities cut off the rice fields. Several provincial and municipal leaders and well-planned villagers representatives surrounded the leader, pointing in the pomelo tree next