这些年走南闯北 ,行囊如筛网 ,滤掉了许多 ,惟有家书不敢舍弃。可终于有一天 ,我发现这绵绵家书忽然被电波冲断了 ,不免怅然若失。家 ,是人落尘世的第一道驿站 ,舟行长河的第一座码头。古往今来 ,征夫远足 ,游子浪迹 ,同胞异处 ,骨肉分离 ,关山远隔 ,天各一方 ,家是不同的梦里 These years go north and south, luggage such as the screen, filter out a lot, but only family books can not give up. Can one day finally, I found this spontaneous home suddenly book was thrust off the radio, can not help but feel lost. Home, is the world’s first post inn, the first marina of the river. Since ancient times, the collection of husband hiking, wandering wandering, compatriots, separation of flesh and blood, mountains off, each side of the sky, home is a different dream