回忆,揭开故乡那已泛了黄的面纱,我在故乡的小路上徜徉;追望,站在灯红酒绿的城市顶端瞭望,滴滴清泪融入乡思的肠;梦想,那条历经沧桑通往故乡的路绵远漫长,去承载我梦起的方向。一片洁白的古塔立在村子的中央,砖青色的房屋傍路矗立。故乡的路也便随村落延伸,接送着这里的一代代人。这里每天都演绎着平常的故事:村民们荷锄而归,黄昏时的夕阳偷偷钻进他 Memories, opened his hometown that has become a yellow veil, I was wandering in the path of his hometown; Looking, standing in the top of the city looked glittering, dripping tears into the homesick thinking intestine; dream, that piece of history through the vicissitudes of the home Long way to go to carry the direction of my dream. A white pagoda stand in the middle of the village, bricks blue houses near the road. Hometown will follow the extension of the village, pick up here from generation to generation. Here every day interpretation of the usual story: the villagers Hoe home, sunset at sunset to secretly drill into him