在城市的夜晚,我常常在深夜喊起故乡,喊起史家河。想起这个村庄的大地和乡亲,我的心里就脆弱起来,突然变得很无助,热泪充满眼眶,这种难舍的情感倾泻而下。我是史家河村田野上的一株白草,我把根须扎在了那里,我在那里吮吸了20年的液汁,是史家河养育了我,成就了我,给了我发芽长叶的土壤,给了我沐浴阳光雨露的恩泽。每回一次,我的心里就难过起来。史家河 In the night of the city, I often shout hometown in the middle of the night, shouting Shijiahe. When I think of the earth and the folks in this village, my heart is fragile, and suddenly it becomes helpless. There are tears in my eyes, and the feeling of reluctance falls through. I was a white grass in the field of Shihcity Kawamura, where I rooted it and I sucked 20 years of juice there. It was my birth to the Shijia River, which made me give me germinated leaves , Gave me the grace of bathing sun and rain. Every time I feel sad in my heart. Historian River