离乡有多愁?思乡有多苦?美丽的新疆,雪山巍巍,草原广阔,蜿蜒的大路被数不清的绵羊占据。放学回家的路上,我经常见到羊群后面跟着牧羊人,手拿皮鞭抽打公路,皮鞭反弹回来,在空中发出“啪”的声响。这声音干脆而响亮,羊儿们闻声你追我赶地向前冲,几分钟工夫,羊群便过了马路。羊群消失在视线里,我才想起 How much homesickness? Homesick how bitter? Beautiful Xinjiang, snow-capped mountains, vast grasslands, winding roads are countless sheep occupied. On the way home from school, I often saw the flock followed by the shepherds, took a whip to hit the road, the whips bounced back and made a sound of “pop” in the air. The voice was crisp and loud, and the sheep heard you chase me and rushed forward. After a few minutes, the flock crossed the road. Flock disappears in sight, I think of it