村庄太阳从庄稼地里升起,照在空荡荡的村庄。土坯或砖砌的房子,袅袅的炊烟,院墙里传出的鸡鸣和狗吠,透着隐约的熟悉。村庄里我的老屋已经颓败,但它是我永远的念想,因为它收藏了太多太多我的有关乡村岁月的回忆。命运犹如蒲公英,时间拍打着干涩的翅膀,将没有根系的我向陌生的栖居地吹落。这么多年来,在一个叫异乡的地方生活,但山清水秀空明澄碧的村庄一直悬在我的心空。我常常在梦中回到这里,梦见一望无 The village sun rises from the crop and shines in the empty village. Adobe or brick houses, curl of smoke, the walls of the church heard the crows and dogs bark, reveals a vague familiar. My old house in the village has been decadent, but it is my eternal memory because it contains too many memories of my country years. Like a dandelion of fate, the time flapping dry wings, no root system I blow to a strange habitat. For so many years, living in a place called a strange place, but the clear clear Mingbi village has been hanging in my heart. I often come back here in my dreams