老家的屋檐染上温暖的阳光,我忆起那片小小的土地。人们在大山里安家,汽车只能载送到公路旁,进山还要趟过一条小河。河流过的山谷里,树木高大笔直,小草茵茵地爬满了每寸土壤,春天里盛开的各色小花也简单朴素,阳光和雨露最为慷慨,把一切奉献给这里的生灵。过了河,一踏进这大山, The warmth of the home's eaves dye the sun, I remembered that little piece of land. People settle down in the mountains, cars can only be carried next to the road, into the mountains but also wading a stream. In the valley where the river flows, the trees are tall and straight, the grass is invaded by every inch of soil, the flowers in spring are simple, the sunshine and rain are the most generous, devoting everything to the creatures here. After a river, a step into this mountain,