Along the front of the house was walking down the alley, not a few minutes, is a familiar and yet unfamiliar river. Stand-on-hands held on to the old tree, but no longer be able to step forward, only to stand a long time. At this time, quietly opened the door of memory, running out of things broken childhood. £  £  summer, the river is almost spent with me. Lunch break, I will always take advantage of the time her mother fell asleep, secretly sneaking out of the house, about a number of small partners to stream of "water." Stripped of clothes and jumped into the river , it really makes happy! When my mother finished napping and found that I was not at home, they will take on a long wooden, go directly to the river, with the result that I do not slip gray mother Qiushui been a "rush" to go home. However, the branch fell on my body has never been. Then I jokingly asked her mother why, her mother is only too happy to laugh with. I finally understand why I have dark skin: every day is to run out at noon, the sun was burning the roast, it will be strange if not black. But how can you and health on the line! £  £  winter, a few from the same home stolen" to match, in a small-on-a collection of the river has become a happy starting point, the mountains, "fire." Along the way, are you saying "Popeye," I make a few "Transformers," he also inserted a few have been put on television last night, "Judge"; you have half the hands called "Jin Gu Bang" of the straight tree under, two strokes from time to time playing it; my hands have it renamed as the "sword" of the corn stalks°ŝÁËĈ¤occasionally split it several "sword"; in his hand and holding a fine thread also import Cargo - "Benz", and sometimes needs to be hanging from the ridge to the banks. This said, a smile, singing, shouting, exclaimed, banner, the ranks of the river through the "difficult path" - in the shallow Department of throwing a few large boulders, along the winding mountain roads and on . £  £  looking for a "poised" a pile of dry twigs, there are several bundles humilis. Para cleavage cracking sound, the red flames rising it up, cheering, and shouting voice, so that the valley is a lively. It was not earlier, and we are back to a small river, this time on the ice can not help but in the end of the river, the slip on you, and sometimes ice will crack, shoes stuck to, but not deep water, most did not the heel may be winter, it is hard to taste. Finally, each of us filled with trepidation, ready to go back and criticized ... ... £  £  half against the shoulder-huai branches, a return to God, not just the excitement, and all eyes have changed, the river water did, leaving only a quiet tree forests, cool breeze and the wind blowing from the ear ... ... £  £  patted the tree beside the old tree, and then through the river, toward the mountain climbing, I want to integrate themselves in the mountains to savor the left in the hearts of childhood. Mountain home, there is no lush forests, there are tall and straight steep peak, but the beauty of rustic, peasant like smile, simple and honest and simple years in the vicissitudes of life, there is no deliberate modification. To feel, and stopped, sitting in the banks, leaning against an apricot of view, could see was the river around the village, as well as the subduction of the fruit trees, also faintly hear the dog barking moment. Almost dusk at this time, some farmers raised the roof of the smoke ... ... £  £  night sky gradually, the more cold mountain breeze. The home. Way, the Shaanxi Opera accompanied by waves of desolation I ... ...