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发黄的书页中,一片叶子,承载着历史的厚重和岁月的沧桑,在手中熊熊地燃烧。故乡的眼睛,浑浊又光亮,并始终温暖。那架破旧的老水车,和着碾子与石磨的节奏,沿着栅栏与那条不规则的石板路的方向,与远处的梵音,交相辉映,禅意绵绵。就如左脚与右脚的偎依,那刀痕累累的木门槛与垭口相互守望成一道亮丽的风景。梦想与希望,深情的呼唤与悲壮的吆喝,在迎来送往中,把故乡的日子,浇灌得庄稼般饱满圆润。
Yellow pages, a leaf, carrying the history of the thick and years of vicissitudes of life, flaming in the hands of burning. Hometown eyes, muddy and bright, and always warm. The shabby old watermill, with the rhythm of the mill and the stone mill, gazing at each other in the direction of the fence and the irregular stone pathways, creating a beautiful Zen atmosphere. Just as the left foot and the right foot snuggle, that scarred wooden threshold and pass each other watch into a beautiful landscape. Dreams and hopes, affectionate calls and tragic sobs, welcome to send in, the hometown of the day, full of crop irrigation like mellow.