近来常常做梦,梦见一个人立在大地上,四顾茫然。孤独的我四处游走,找寻,盼望,总是找不着一处熟悉的风景,听不到一声亲切的乡音土语,看不见一个亲人和乡邻,只有无穷无尽的黑和深不可测的寂静缠绕着我。我想,我是找寻不到我最初的童年了;我想,我是回不到故乡的怀抱中去了。我怕,无比地后怕。我怕无边的黑把我的目光和心一点点地浸蚀,我怕再也等不到天亮;我怕会迷失方向、迷失自己。我在梦里抓呀抓,哪怕是故乡的一根救命稻草……故乡的路程其实很近,却离我很远。我想,这些年也许是我走得太远了,飞得太高了,远离了故乡的心脏。我一个人在城市的胃里行走,是那些汤汤水水把我的胃伤得不轻.整日里的熙熙攘攘更让我的心烦躁不安。走起路来。我也没有从前那样脚踏实地,稳当当的,总是感到轻飘飘的,脚步踉 Recently often dreaming, dreaming of a person standing on the earth, look around at a loss. Lonely I wander around, look for, hope, always can not find a familiar landscape, can not hear a cordial tone dialect, can not see a loved one and neighbors, only endless black and unpredictable silence winding With me. I think I can not find my first childhood; I think I can not go back to the embrace of my hometown. I’m afraid, very scared. I’m afraid boundless black my eyes and heart a little bit of erosion, I am afraid no longer wait until dawn; I’m afraid will be lost, lost. I scratched in the dream ah, even if it is a home-made straw ...... Hometown is actually very close, but far away from me. I think these years may be I go too far, flying too far away from the heart of the hometown. Walking alone in the stomach of the city alone, I was hurt by the broth of my stomach, and the bustling throughout the day made my heart restless. Walk way. I have not felt down-to-earth, steady, always feel floating, footsteps 踉