每提起家，尤其是对于我们这些远离家乡在外求职的他乡游子们，总有一种说不清，道不明的感觉。那就是：我好想家，好想回家。春雨蒙蒙、乳燕呢喃之际，常常对月垂泪，想自己的小屋，想那种“孤灯伴影，雨打窗棂”的意境；每当月圆的时候，如水的月光泻溢在整个窗前，我不忍开 There is always a kind of unclear and unspecified feeling about every family member, especially those of us who are seeking jobs outside our hometown. That is: I miss home, I really want to go home. Spring rain Meng, milk swallow murmur occasion, often weep on the month, think of their own cottage, like the kind of “solitary light with shadow, rain hit the window,” the mood; every month when the moonlight spilled water overflowing the window I can not stand it