“大月亮、小月亮 , 　　公公起来学篾匠 , 　　婆婆起来蒸糯米 , 　　……” 　　隔壁小囗囗的童谣 ,把我的心带回了那遥远的年代。 　　我想起了婆婆 ,想起了孩提时的小伙伴 ,更怀念那大巴山的月亮和不幸的狗们。 　　我的故乡在大巴山深处。 　　那是个集体生产、集体记工、 “The big moon, the little moon, father-in-law learns 篾,, her mother-in-law steamed glutinous rice, ...” The nursery rhyme next door to my heart brought my heart back to that distant age. I remembered the mother-in-law, I remembered my childhood friend, but also miss the Damanshan moon and the unfortunate dogs. My hometown is deep in Daba Mountain. That is a collective production, collective record workers,