引子:每位远离家乡的游子都有一个思想梦,我也有。在异乡的感觉远不及在家乡熟悉的温暖。每每在深夜,对家乡的回忆犹如涓涓细流流入我的梦境,在心房孕育思乡的种子,眼下似乎还有点点泪珠流泻开来。在梦境中,似乎闻到了熟悉的雨香,又回到了那条小巷。1人面桃花相映红还记得那年那天,温暖的阳光倾斜在挂有晶莹露珠的树枝上,被轻风吹得颤动,鼓出了嫩芽的树,映衬着碧水蓝天,一切都 Primer: Every traveler far from home has a dream, I also have. The feeling in a foreign land is far less than the familiar warmth in my hometown. Often in the middle of the night, the memories of my hometown are trickling into my dreams. Seeds of my hometown are born in my heart. There seems to be a little bit of tears drifting away. In the dream, it seems to smell the familiar rain, returned to that lane. 1 people face peach red remember that day that day, the warm sunshine on the slopes hung with crystal dew on the branches, was breeze blowing trembling, bulging bud trees, against the clear blue sky, everything