老了,老了,已是一朵闲云,从京城飘回40年前插队的延庆干沟村,在白河边,飘来荡去。身儿已不再承受任何公事儿,心儿也把烦恼的事儿抛在天外,只把青山绿水揽入怀中。高处之悠闲,可览尽插队岁月,能望断天涯归路。在从从容容中,淡定地唱一首闲歌。40年前的那条奔流不息的白河,如今水面平坦了,宽阔了,似乎不再流动,已把往事沉入水底。我也不再是激流勇进的战士,我是一 Old, old, is a free cloud, back from the capital back to queue 40 years ago Yanqing dry ditch village, in the White River, drifting away. Child is no longer bear any business child, heart child also trouble things thrown in the sky, only the green hills into his arms. Height of the leisurely, you can see all the time to cut in the queue, can cut off the road to return home. In the calm, calmly sing a song. The flowing White River 40 years ago, now flat, wide, seems to be no longer flowing, has submerged the past. I am no longer a brave torrent warrior, I am one