家,葫芦藤的路回家。远离故土,藤便是一种渴求和企望,在根底潜流、涌动……带上一粒种子远走天涯,你会因此找到归家的路,那是用朴素的风俗、勤劳的汗水浇灌的藤啊!十岁前,在葫芦的瓜籽里,手中的泥车是梦幻和神话;二十岁后,在葫芦的花芯里,锄下的圣土是殷实的希望。于是想家,也想念葫芦肚里籽一般水淋 Home, gourd vine road home. Away from the homeland, the vines are a thirst and hope, the underlying influx, surging ... bring a seed away from the horizon, you will find the way to go home, it is with simple customs, hard-working sweat irrigation Ten years ago, in the gourd seeds, the mud truck in the hand was a dream and a myth; after twenty years of age, in the gourd's wick, the hoe's earth was hopeful. So homesick, but also missed the gourd stomach water generally shower