我的老家,坐落在平原地带。那是一个很小的村庄,村庄的名字叫墨村。小时候的清晨,我常站在村庄后面一个很大的沙泥凸起的土丘上,眺望东方地平线上冉冉升起的太阳。当散射的霞光漫过我稚嫩的脸颊时,一颗少年的心,便随着天际处那一片彤红一起跳跃着,激动着。十几年后,当长大的我,从省城回到老家,再站到这块泥沙凸起的土丘上时,心里便再无了少年时的跳跃与激动。站在土丘上,我以一张成熟的脸,看生我养我的村庄,想着在这块土地上,辛劳了一生的父亲,还有那些淳朴勤劳的乡亲们。 My home, is located in the plains. It is a small village, the village name is Mohammed. Early in the morning, I often stood on a large sand-mound raised behind the village overlooking the rising sun on the eastern horizon. When the scattered rays of light over my tender cheek, a young heart, then with the sky at a piece of red jump together, excited. Ten years later, when I grew up, returned to my hometown from the provincial capital, and then stood on this looming mound of soil, my heart would no longer have young people jumping and excitement. Standing on the mound, I used a mature face to see that I raised my village, thinking of my father who worked hard for a lifetime in this land, and those folks who are honest and diligent.