山路弯弯 ,细雨濛濛 ,背起书包 ,撑起那把奶奶曾用过的油布伞 ,你上学去了。用那方言很重的童音 ,你说 ,你是山里来的。你依恋那故乡的每一寸黑土 ,更喜欢那迷人的雨季。弯弯的山路上 ,有了你每天往返的身影 ,头上的小辫晃呀晃 ,晃出了美丽的大山梦。 On the bend of the mountain road, the rain was raining, carrying the schoolbag up and holding up the tarpaulin umbrella that the grandmother had ever used. You went to school. With the children’s voice that is very heavy in that dialect, you said, you are in the mountains. You are attached to every inch of black soil in your hometown and you like the fascinating rainy season. On the meandering mountain road, with the shadows you make every day, the little stunner on your head shakes and shakes and shakes off a beautiful mountain dream.