山居水栖、渔樵耕读、炊烟袅袅、鸡犬相闻、割麦插禾、孩童追打、黄发垂髫……生命中有一个名字叫乡村,它是“独在异乡为异客”的游子们挥之不去的情怀,也是年轻时候总想逃离而在阅尽人世沧桑之后成为最魂牵梦萦的揪心之地。乡村,那些永远飘荡在山山梁梁、坡坡坎坎的乡音、乡亲与乡情,伴随着晨曦日落、清风白云,随着时光的慢慢推移,化为一缕缕乡愁,在灵魂深处恣意疯长,挥之不去。或许,世上路有千万条,有时难免会迷失方向,而有一条路,却在我们的心里,那就是通往家乡的路。 Mountain habitat, fishing Qiao farming read, curl smoke, chickens and dogs smell, cut wheat plug Wo, chasing children, yellow hair ... In life there is a name of the village, it is “alone in a foreign land as a stranger” Wanderings of wanderers, but also young people always want to flee and read through the vicissitudes of life has become the most dreaming worried place. Rural, those who always wander in the mountains and Liang Liang, slope slope of the huron accent, folks and nostalgia, along with the sunset, the breeze clouds, as time goes by slowly into a nostalgia, wanton soar in the depths of the soul, Lingering Perhaps the world has tens of millions of road, and sometimes will inevitably lose its way, but there is a way, but in our hearts, that is the way to home.