席慕蓉的《乡愁》,让我百读不厌,越读越有味,在心中经常朗诵,“故乡的歌/是一支清远的笛/总是在有月亮的晚上/响起//故乡的面貌/却是一种模糊的怅望/仿佛雾里的/挥手别离//离别后/乡愁是一棵没有年轮的树/永不老去。”朗诵,让我挥泪,因为,这美丽的乡愁,使我想起我的美丽乡愁。我在城市读书,教书,生活,写作,已经30年,也就是说,我离开我的乡村故土已经30 Xi Murong’s “homesickness”, let me read a hundred never tired of reading more and more flavor, often read in my heart, “hometown song / is a Qingyuan flute / always in the moon night / sounded the face of hometown / But it is a vague disappointment / As if the fog / waved away // After leaving / nostalgia is a tree without annual rings / never grow old. ”Reading, let me tear, because, this beautiful Homesickness, reminds me of my beautiful nostalgia. I have studied, taught, lived and written in the city for 30 years, that is to say, I left my native land for 30 years