河岸,三三两两的草棚年深月久,仿佛某个遥远的古代遗迹;湿漉漉的水车爬满苔藓,吱吱呀呀地转。一个身材结实的中年汉子,手拿一张褐色大饼,在水碓下反反复复捶打;脸颊红扑扑的村姑挽起裤腿,反复淘洗着一堆藤皮。古法造纸现场,那些忙碌的身影中有人姓蔡,自称蔡伦后裔。两条小溪潺潺而来,合二为一。随物赋形,地名合水。水从梵净山里来,方圆几百里的绿,水便极清,极净,极透明,要是没有两岸风物的衬托,几近于无。 Riverside, the twos and threes in the hay long years, as if a distant ancient relics; wet water truck covered with moss, creak Yeah turn. A sturdy middle-aged man, holding a brown cake in the water under the repeated thrashing; the cheeks red flutter of the village girls rolled up trouser legs, repeatedly washing a pile of rattan. Old law paper-making scene, those busy figure surnamed Cai, claiming Cai Lun descendants. Two streams gurgling from, combined. With the material shape, place names together water. Water from the Fanjingshan came, a few hundred miles radius of the green, water is very clear, very clear, very transparent, if there is no set off the cross-Strait scenery, almost none.