每天,当我们奔走在城市的钢筋水泥的森林里时,又有谁敢说,他会忘记故乡的记忆?又有谁会说,他会忘记记忆里的故乡?秋天的夜晚,凉风吹起,就有一种很清爽的感觉静静地袭来。坐在窗前看天上的星星,陡然就会想起故乡的夜。那种静谧是一种雅致,是一种到了极致的雅致。即使小草上的露珠也是那种十分纯洁的雅致,不由地就会让你心动。不自觉间,就会有泪水涌出。恍恍惚惚间你就会明白,其实是记忆中的情景,打动了你的心弦。是故乡的那根长长 Every day when we run in the city’s reinforced concrete forest, who would say that he will forget the memory of hometown? Who would say that he will forget the memory of the home? Autumn night, the cool breeze blowing , There is a very cool feeling hit quietly. Sitting in front of the window to see the stars in the sky, will suddenly think of hometown night. The quiet is a kind of elegant, is a kind of extreme elegance. Even if the dew on the grass is also very pure and elegant, could not help you will heart. Unconsciously, there will be tears pouring. Trance you will understand, in fact, the memory of the scene, touched your heart. Is the hometown of that long