金色的夕阳照着老城绪,久违的家乡. 没有了车水马龙的喧哗,河水在荡漾, 门前的柳枝随风轻摇,如我在怀想, 抓一把堵根的黄沙土啊,洒落旧时光。 远处升起欢烟的地方,是家的方向, 一家人围坐着灶台等待,浓浓的飘香, 好想再吃一次羊肉泡模,几番的梦想, 好想再听一段你的故事,贴着你 Golden sunset according to the old city thread, a long absence hometown.No a rush of noise, the river rippling, in front of the willow branches gently swaying, as I was pregnant, grabbed a clogged yellow sand, spilled Old time. The place where the smoke rises in the distance is the direction of the family. The whole family is sitting around the hob waiting for the thick fragrance, so they want to eat the mutton foam again and again. Story, close to you