常年置身于车水马龙多姿多彩的都市里,行走在空气清新优雅清静的公园里,你是否会想起记忆中的故乡?是否会想起双鬓斑白的双亲?是否还会想起故乡村头那条小路?答案是肯定的。岁月夺走了我们身上最为宝贵的东西——青春,又给我们穿上了沧桑的外套——责任。时光残缺了曾经的纯真,故乡的记忆在脑海中被定格,那熟悉的景致、亲切的乡音、美丽的乡愁,在岁月的河流中早己被冲刷得陌生了。又是一年,思乡的愁绪随着寒冷渐渐拉长。村上春树在《挪威的森林》中如是写道:“在生的正中央,一切事物都以死为中心,不停地旋转着”。这并非悲观厌世情绪, Perennial exposure to the busy colorful city, walking in the air fresh and elegant park, you will remember the memory of the home? Will remembered the double grayish white parents? The answer is yes. Years took the most precious thing in our body - youth, and put on our coat of the vicissitudes of life - the responsibility. The time is missing the once innocent, the memory of hometown was fixed in mind, the familiar scenery, affectionate accent, beautiful nostalgia, in the river of years has long been washed unfamiliar. Another year, homesick mood gradually elongated with the cold. Haruki Murakami wrote in the Norwegian Wood: “In the middle of our lives, everything is centered on death and kept spinning.” This is not a pessimistic world mood,