在爷爷的故事里,总有小河的影子。故事听得多了,住在城里的我脑海里便有了老家小河的轮廓:河水很清很清,两岸垂柳翠绿翠绿的,仿佛它的存在就是为了小河而设。一低头就能看见游弋的小鱼小虾。清晨,氤氲的水汽弥漫着,河边浮现着的是主妇的身影。淘米的、洗菜的、洗衣的,无规则的 In Grandpa's story, there is always the shadow of a small river. Listening to the story much, living in the city I have the outline of the home river: the river is very clear, both sides of the willow green, as if its existence is for the river and set up. A bow can see cruising fish shrimp. In the morning, filled with water and steam, the figure of a housewife emerges along the river. Wash rice, wash vegetables, laundry, no rules