根不美,从萌生到灭亡,从来没有呈现美态于人。年年岁岁,从清露的滋润到艳阳的照耀,从春风的吟唱到冬雪的洗礼。陪伴根的,除了泥土,还是泥土。可故乡是根。有一处萦绕于心,挥之不去的情绪;有一种魂牵梦系,满是思念藤条的感觉;有一种剪不断,理还乱的离愁。另有一番滋味在心头,一切只源于根…… The root is not beautiful, and it has never been beautiful. Years and years old, from the moisture of the dew to the bright sun, from the singing of the breeze to the baptism of winter snow. Accompanied by the root, in addition to dirt, or soil. But hometown is the root. There is a mood that lingers in the heart, lingering; there is a dream system, full of feelings of missing the cane; there is a kind of cut, unreasonable chaos. There is something else in the heart, everything comes from the root...