论文部分内容阅读
我的童年是在爷奶家长大的。那是一个山清水秀,风景如画的小山村。在我的记忆里写满她的神奇。那里的一山一水、一草一木,镌刻着我童年的梦幻。初一假期,来到奶奶家,却看到村落筑起了高高的大坝,灌入了粉煤灰,昔日,美丽的山村,竟然成了后山新建电厂存放粉煤灰的蓄灰池。山村的田地、树木都被滚滚流入的粉煤灰吞没了。望着这意外的情景,望着从天而降的灾难,我惊呆了。我彩色的童年之梦被铺天盖地的铅色封存。那丰腴的黑土,绿色的生命,沉淀的在梦里,将我
My childhood grew up in the grandparents. It is a beautiful, picturesque small village. In my memory full of her magic. Where the mountains and rivers, plants and trees, engraved with my childhood dream. The first holiday, came to my grandmother’s house, but saw the village built a high dam, poured into the fly ash, the former, the beautiful mountain village, even after the mountain into a new power plant storage ash fly ash pool . The fields and trees in the village were swallowed by the influx of fly ash. Looking at this unexpected scene, looking at the disaster from heaven, I was shocked. My childhood dream of color is overwhelmed by lead color. That abundance of black soil, green life, precipitation in the dream, will me