离开故乡已经两个多月了。心中总觉得有一缕缕难以表白的情思。偶读李白名诗《月下独酌》方才恍然大悟:这就是思乡之情! 于是,记忆的闸门打开了。我的心飞回到那遥远的故乡…… 一 清早,晨曦微露,东方现出了鱼肚白。 大地刚刚从沉睡中醒来,揉着惺忪的眼,开始了新的一天。 田野,空旷辽远,一眼望不到边。仔细看,草叶上、花瓣间,都凝结着一颗颗晶莹的露珠。它们是那样洁净、透明,即使拿出一块水晶来,放在露珠 It’s been more than two months since I left my hometown. Heart always felt a strands of emotions difficult to understand. Occasionally, Li Bai’s famous poem, “Under the Moon,” was suddenly realized: This is the feeling of homesickness! Thus, the gate of memory was opened. My heart fly back to that distant hometown ... ... Early in the morning, dawn Wei Lu, the East appeared white. The earth just woke up from sleep, rubbing bleary eyes, began a new day. Field, far and wide, can not see the edge of a glance. Look closely, grass blades, petals, are condensed with crystal clear dew. They are so clean and transparent that they come in dewdrops even if they come up with a piece of crystal