山不在高,有仙则名;水不在深,有龙则灵。不知道是先有霍童山还是先有霍童溪?无数次去过霍童,无数次地沿着霍童溪往来,每回,蜿蜒如带的溪河以及两岸翠生生的茶园总是把人拉向遥远的年代,随着古榕下泊着的渡船摇向诗经画卷里去。在水一方的我们,只有痴望的神情。此刻,我在古渡的竹排上。排工的竹篙轻点,绸纹般的水波漾去,那一片郁郁的榕、樟林就留在了身后,嘱我以青青的目光。眼 Mountain is not high, there is immortality name; water is not deep, there is the spirit of the dragon. Do not know is the first Huotongshan or the first Huotong River? Has been to many times innocent children, many times along the Huotong River exchanges, each time, winding as the belt of the river and the green tea of ​​the two sides always give birth to People pull to a distant age, with the ferryboat anchored under Gurong swinging toward the poem. We on the water side, only the look of madness. At the moment, I am on the ancient bamboo rafts. Pai Pai bamboo shoots light, silk-like water waves go, that a bustling, Zhang Lin left behind, told me to look green. eye