正月十五,故乡小屯仍然处在节日的气氛中。尽管已是早春,皑皑白雪仍铺盖着那块黑土地。 每每春节过后,我总要回老家看一眼,对故乡的依恋就像是一缕扯不断的情丝,尤其是童年时代的几位伙伴,她们对黑土地的执著与热爱,她们留在黑土地上的故事都深深地吸 On the fifteenth day of the first month, Xiaotun is still in the festive atmosphere. Although it is early spring, the snow is still covered with black soil. After the Spring Festival, I always have to look back to my hometown. My attachment to my hometown is like a series of inextricable love affairs, especially when I was a couple of childhood friends. They were attached to and loved on the black land. The story sucks deeply