他终于又找到了湖,在每天路过的那块奇怪石头的东南面。虽然那不是真正的湖,只是个小小的水潭,小小的像是散落在深山里的水滴。但他还是喜欢把它当成湖,当成可以在它的臂弯里泛舟,可以在它的怀抱里建造精巧亭子的宽广的湖。山很大,大到他感觉自己一辈子也不会再走出这山;山也很小,走下山,就是奔流不息的剡溪,就是水面上来往交织的客船。南来的是澄潭江,浑 He finally found the lake again, southeast of the strange stone passing by every day. Although that is not a real lake, it is just a small pool of water, a small one like water droplets scattered in the mountains. But he still likes to think of it as a lake, as a broad lake that can be boarded in its arms and can be built in its embrace. The mountain is so big that he feels that he will never walk out of this mountain once in a lifetime; the mountain is also small, and going down the hill is the endless stream of tai chi, the intertwined passenger ship on the water. South to the Chengtan River, muddy