情系故乡犁温馨的春风，终于把我送回阔别的故乡。我躺在新翻过的田垄上，谛听着大地的心音，想寻回失去的旧梦。噢，听到了！听到了！这熟悉的声音，由远而近，由细微到震耳，是故乡的犁在耕作。故乡的犁呀，你是农家代代相传的最宝贵的财产，是我单调寂寞童年的忠实伙伴... Love hometown Plow warm spring, finally sent me back home. I lie on the newly fluttered ridge, listening to the heart of the earth, trying to find the lost old dream. Oh, I heard! heard it! This familiar voice, from far to near, from subtle to deaf ears, is the plow of the hometown in farming. Plow your hometown Yeah, you are the most precious property passed down from generation to generation, is my loyal partner of monotonous childhood ...