刚刚过去的黄金周,很多人回到家乡,吃上久违的家乡饭,听到久违的家乡话。父母用满心欢喜帮游子拂去内疚,家乡以最美颜值把记忆唤回。回家的路,我们都曾走过。家乡两个字告诉我们,家在哪儿,在乡村,在乡土,那里生长着我们的根。长大后的你,行走在汽车尾气和工业粉尘笼罩的繁华街头,最怀念的可能就是老家纯净的蓝天、清澈的小河。谁人不怀乡?故乡今夜思千里,霜鬓明 Golden Week has just passed, many people returned to their hometown, eat a long absence, hometown rice, hear the long absence of hometown dialect. Parents with full of joy to help wanderer brush guilt, hometown to the most beautiful value to recall the memory. We have come by the way of going home. Hometown two words tell us where the home is, in the village, in the native land, where our roots grow. Growing up, walking in the car exhaust and industrial dust enveloped the bustling streets, the most miss may be the home of pure blue sky, clear stream. Who does not nostalgia? Hometown think thousands of miles tonight, frost Ming Ming