真情导读村落散布,炊烟向晚,谁家阿妈正为孩子烧一顿可口的饭菜?素月皎洁,虫豸歌咏,谁家阿爸还在门口等待远方的游子?诗歌是亲情堤岸上的野菊花,幽幽倾吐生命的芬芳。亲情是一道朴素的风景,清淡而充实,温和而坚定,它犹如汩汩流淌的溪水,绕开人性的欺诈倾轧,自由地嬉戏在人生的乡间小路边,一直流淌了千百年。 The truth guides the village to spread, the smoke is late, whose grandmother is burning a delicious meal for the child? Suyue Jiejie, worms singing songs, who is still waiting for the distant father’s father in the door? Poetry is the chrysanthemum on the embankment , faintly pours the fragrance of life. Familiarity is a simple landscape, light and full, gentle and firm. It is like a gurgling stream, bypassing the fraud of humanity, and playing freely on the side of a country road. It has been flowing for thousands of years.