Pinch refers to the calculation, leaving home nearly three years, and then still ignorant youth, now a stained Shuangbin. Do not want to return home for many reasons: the road far too busy, poverty, parents have come to the city and so on.
Front, and it was my hometown! Hill, or the mountains, lush, full of green; River, or the river, the clear cool, shining brilliantly; and neck crooked tree Ficus virens also remain, but the tree is now crowded in the year, I Reaching actually live around it.But unlike my hometown, the memory of that glazed tile houses have been gone, eyes are small building blocks of buildings, the most vexing that now the wide flat dirt path, when the horse Road, has a car to drive to, the steady stream .
May the rain come and go southwest.The rain stopped, the small road clean, I can always walk home along it, but suddenly do not want to go, like a child walked along the mountain home.Red on the foot pilgrimage to go, Oh! That the mud from the feet between venues tend slowly overflow, cool soft dough, and occasionally a little naughty in the hard stone spiked soles of the feet, extends the itch, it feels just like a childhood dream, the mother gently Touching the same; that leaves Razor dripping, as if about to inter-dumping down from Shuya; and cracks in the rock sound of summer insects heap crow and the paddy fields accompanied by the distant sound of frogs croaked one after another. Eyes closed, the ear, echoing instruments can not even play the million kinds, natural sounds of nature!
So beautiful, ah, my hometown! How do I put the years you forget it? Friends ah! How far, how many reasons, please do not forget your way home!Climbed over the mountain, walk through the stream, I saw: that no contaminated air, my old house there, I kind of folks there! Did not say to you, two flowers are blooming quietly: an open face, an opening in the heart!
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