穿过一片果树林,又爬过一个小山坡,久违的村庄在梅子的视线中变得清晰起来。阔别家乡两年,借着新春佳节才有亲近它的机会。到了,终于到了!那熟悉的木头门,屋檐上串串的干玉米,还有窗台上晒太阳的老母鸡……一切都透着家的味道。 Across a fruit grove, climbed another hillside, the long-lost village became clear in the sight of plums. Two years away from hometown, by the Spring Festival only have the chance to get close to it. Arrived, and finally arrived! That familiar wood door, dried corn on the eaves, and the old hen sunbathing on the windowsill ... everything reveals the taste of the home.