早春二月,与小草一起先绿起来的要数河滩上的芦苇了。一场春雨过后,芦苇就像竹笋一样直往上窜,一天一个样子,好似在一夜之间,河边的芦苇长得就有人高了,这时河滩上是我们玩耍最多的地方。 从河滩上传出的除了我们的阵阵笑声外,就是我们吹出的没有一点节奏的芦笛声了。最初吹出的芦笛声只有自己才能听到,现在想起来那种声音也不知算不算是芦笛的声音。那时的芦苇刚刚冒尖不久,我们抽出芦苇中间嫩嫩的芦 Early spring February, together with the green grass to the number of reeds on the beach. After a spring rain, the reeds are just like bamboo shoots going upstairs, like a day, as if overnight, the river reeds grow tall, when the beach is where we play most. Except our laughter from the river bank, it is the rhythmic reed whistled by us. The reed flute that was first blown out can only be heard by oneself, and now it is not known whether it is a reed flute. At that time the reeds had just begun to emerge shortly before we took out the tender reeds in the middle of the reeds