不曾这番注意过她的风姿，不曾这番欣赏过她的风韵 ，不曾这番迷恋过她的风光。安徽省六安市的老淠河（相对于人工开挖淠河总干渠的天然河流），一季一季的就这样流淌着，在我的生命里静静地流过了49年 。
49年前我就恋上了她。恋上她那柔动的身躯，恋上她那细弱的喘息声。淠河 ，还是那么的依旧清澈纯净，宛如一位清美秀丽的女子，没有雍贵的外表修饰 ，却有天然灵净的肌肤散发着迷人的气息。
踏上六安市中心的云露桥，不自觉地便去伸手抚摸那桥上被历史走过的痕迹 。多少比以往多了几丝沧桑，微黄的灯光 ，一排一排的路灯，倒映在河水里，这时的淠河露出了她的真实的年迈。河水粼粼的波纹 ，飘荡着云露桥上的过往青春岁月，留给年华几段刻骨线条。
记得我的童年时代：在桥墩上用铅笔尖刻自己的名字，记得那年在月亮岛的跑马场上嬉戏 ，记得那年在河西桃花坞里与儿时玩伴合影，记得那年在河畔静蹲着看早归的白鹭立在牛背上的优雅，记得那年在桥边上看打捞细沙的人儿，记得……我开始有些沾沾自喜 ，在新一辈的六安人群的拥挤中，我可以在淠河的怀里留下许许多多清晰的痕迹 。虽然像流星一样，一路划过 ，一瞬间，早已逝落……
红色的五月我行走在淠河边上。清晨的薄雾还荡漾在水面上，悠悠斜风吹皱着河面 ，如玉盆纤手荡起阵阵涟漪。水天一色寂无遮，是阔达的豪气，是淳美的大方 。在铺满了柏油的环岛路上 ，忙碌的繁华开始上演，来往的车流疾驰在林荫道上，上班族们的急促在这匆忙的赶快中来不及看一眼清晨刚惺忪的淠河的羞涩。当然也有闲适的老者在河畔漫步 ，他们可以尽情的欣赏这难得的纯净。河畔那现代都市气息的高楼托起这泛白的天空，偶尔有南归的燕子划过空中，增添了些生趣 。远处河中的月亮岛被薄雾裹着，烟雾迷绕 ，散发着点点桃花的残香，此景迷人，确如仙境。
独自在静赏淠河两岸散落的飞花 ，品悬空水面嵌绕的长亭，看微波荡漾悠悠的绿水，嗅若有若无沁鼻的芬芳 ，听环岛路上年轻活力的奔跑声。垂青闲钓的晨光，灯火萦绕的夜色，令人如痴如醉 。听她细婉的轻声呢语 ，多想亲吻她那无法掩饰的历史的波纹……
I didn't have to pay attention to her style, I have never appreciated her charm, I have never been obsessed with her scenery. The old river in Lu'an City, Anhui Province (the natural river of the manual dug-of-the-rheumatic channel), a season of the season flowing in this season, quietly flowing 49 years in my life.
I fell in love with her 49 years ago. Fall in love with her soft body, in love with her weak breath.淠 淠, is still so clear and pure, like a beautiful woman, no more expensive appearance, but natural spiritual skin exudes a charming breath.
Stepping on the Yunlu Bridge in the center of Lu'an City, unconsciously reached the traces of the history of the history. How much is more than a few vicissitudes, a slightly yellow light, a row of street lights, reflected in the river, and the River, the River, showed her real age. The river whispes, floating the past youth on the clouds, leaves a few paragraphs of bone in the year.
I remember my childhood: I used a pencil with a pencil to play my name on the pier, I remember playing on the racecoula in the moon island. I remember to play with my child in Hexi, the year, remember that year The river is quiet and watching the elegance of Egret on the Niu's back, remember that the person who watched the fine sand on the bridge, remember ... I started to be self-sufficient, in the congestion of the sixth generation of the new generation In, I can leave a lot of clear traces in the arms of the River. Although like a meteor, all the way, once, I have already passed away ...
Red May I walk on the side of the river. The mist in the morning is still rippling on the water, and the slanting wind has blown rivers, such as the jade pots and flickers. The water is a lot of luxury, and it is the generous of the beautifulness. On the road to the round house, the busy bustling began to stage, the trains of the trains galloped in the bourseway, the office workers are urgent to come to this hasty to see the shame of the river in the morning. Of course, there is a leisure old man strolling on the river, and they can enjoy this rare pure. The modern city at the riverside trust this flora, occasionally there is a southern swallow to cross the air and add some interesting. The moon island in the distance is wrapped in a mist, smog fans, exudes a scent of peach blossoms, this scene is fascinating, it is like a fairyland.
Alone, the flying flowers scattered on both sides of the river, the warm pavilions embedded in the water surface, seeing the microwave ripples, and smelling if there is no 沁The fragrance of the nose, listening to the young and vibrant run on the circles. The nightlight, the night color, the night, is so embatful. Listen to her beautiful whispering, I want to kiss her can't hide the corrugated ripple ...
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