小村我的故乡是个很小的小村,朴素得像一个乡下泥孩子。我曾在朋友那里借来地图,趴在桌子上找了好久,也没有找到它。因此知道它名字的人很少。小村的四周是站立的庄稼,它们生生不息,正如小村里淳朴的农民。小村没有迷人的风景,实在得像一捧黑土。走出小村的我,却走不出小村散发的泥土清香。 Small village My hometown is a small village, simple as a muddy child. I used to borrow a map from my friend and lie down on the table for a long time and did not find it. So few people know its name. Surrounded by small villages are the standing crops, which are alive and well, just as honest peasants in small villages. Village is not charming scenery, it really is like a handful of black soil. I walk out of the village, but can not get out of the village of soil fragrance exudes.