我永远忘不了家乡的那口古井。井究竟有多“古”,听我爷爷讲我爷爷的爷爷说他打记事时起,那口井就存在几百年了。一条清澈的小溪绕井而过,唱着欢快的歌。在井的右侧还有一棵高大茂密的垂柳,龟裂而斑驳的伤痕记载着它坎坷的经历,年复一年……青石砌成的小路从井旁延伸到每户人家,那是勤劳的父老乡亲每天挑水行走所留下的痕迹。这一爿“风水宝地”,乡亲们称它“不老地”,我们小孩子家则叫它“游乐园”。 I will never forget the ancient well in my hometown. Well, how old is it? When I listened to my grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather, he said that he had been playing records for hundreds of years. A clear stream passes around the well and sings a cheerful song. On the right side of the well there is a tall, dense weeping willow. Cracks and mottled scars record its bumpy experiences. Year after year, the blue stone-built path extends from the well to every household. It is hardworking. The traces left by the folks to walk in the water every day. This “treasure treasure”, folks call it “not old”, and our children’s home called it “Amusement Park”.