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自小打起背包在外住读、求学已经二十年了。故乡的模样,在我心中似乎越来越远;亲人们的脸庞,也总是显得模糊。长大后,游访过大半个中国的市镇、农村,在日益纷繁的现代社会,身居闹市,忙忙匆匆。静夜里,澄定了身心,默默展开回忆的翅膀:仿佛一切就在昨天,一切也未曾改变。故乡的山水,故乡的人们,童年的脚印,那一声声不带上声与入声的柔软亲切的家乡话,就如同一滴滴晶莹的露珠,穿透了游子的胸膛。
Since childhood, playing backpack reading outside, studying for 20 years. The appearance of my hometown seems to be farther and farther away in my heart; the faces of pro-people are always vague. Grow up, visited more than half of China’s cities and towns, rural areas, in an increasingly modern society, living in downtown, hurriedly. In the quiet night, the body and mind were clarified, silently expanding their memories. It seems that everything was just yesterday, and everything has not changed. Hometown landscapes, hometown people, childhood footprints, that without sound and soft soft hometown dialect, just as a drop of crystal dew, piercing the chest of wanderers.