我是一只孤独的风筝,飞舞在故乡的天空下,另一端,是母亲攥紧筝线的双手。从小到大,母亲习惯一边掌控我飞翔的方向,一边寄予我一茬又一茬的希望。许多时候,我只顾忙碌于更换背负的包囊,却忽略着肩上疼痛的勒痕。在故乡的文字里,在我纤弱的内心里,似乎只有母亲,或母亲的花亭湖,才是我笔下最柔软的、最滚烫的部分。母亲以她独有的方式拴住了我,把我紧紧拴在了她的世界。从此,细数日升日落,感怀春残秋尽。春风吻醒了花亭湖,空气里找不到冰冷的死寂,周遭的一切泛出了深深浅浅的绿意。绿色,为自然界打好了厚实的底色,山峦、岛屿亦或湖水,都蕴藏着这灵动的色泽,覆盖这生命的色调。鸟儿 I am a lonely kite, flying in the sky of my hometown, on the other hand, my mother's hands clenched by the kite string. From small to large, my mother used to control the direction of my flight, while laying me another crop of hope. Many times, I only busy to replace the carrying bag, but ignore the pain marks on the shoulders. In my hometown's writing, in my delicate heart, it seems that only the mother, or mother, Huating Lake is the softest and hottest part of my writing. Mother tied me to her unique way, tied me tight in her world. Since then, the breakdown of the sun rise and fall, cherish the Spring Festival. Spring breeze kissed Huating Lake, the air can not find the cold silence, everything around him glowed deep and shallow green. Green, lay a solid background for nature, mountains, islands or lakes, are hidden in this smart color, covering the color of life. Bird