阔别了多少年的村庄啊,我想握住你的手。踏上这片土地,和一股久违的乡土气息,撞了满怀,脚摸索摸索这温热的土地,听它诉说着这些年的陈事旧影。那就顺着村路来拾起丢掉的回忆吧,隐约中牵起你的手。模糊的记忆中,沿着路走进村,便是一个分岔口。路一定经历了很多,上面多的坑坑洼洼证实着一切。向左,是一片庄稼地,那片土地,埋藏了多少你的喜怒哀乐,庄稼长得也格外有劲,叶上的脉络涌流着汗水与泪水的味道,还存留手的,余温。 How many years did you leave the village? I want to hold your hand. Set foot on this land, and a long absence of native flavor, hit full, feet groping for this warm land, listen to it tell these years of old movies. Then along the village road to pick up the lost memories of it, hold your hand in vague. Fuzzy memory, along the road into the village, it is a fork in the mouth. The road must have experienced a lot, above the potholes confirmed that everything. To the left is a field of crops, that piece of land, buried how much your emotions, crops grow exceptionally strong, the leaves of the influx of sweat and tears of flavor, but also keep the hand, Yu Wen.