多年前,当我离开故乡的时候,并没有想到,那一点也不起眼的香椿,会以那不绝的清香,萦绕在我的心头。那时的我,总以为故乡那小小的山村没有一丝值得留恋的地方。我总以为,我的根,会在此后的年年岁岁,一如既往地深深地扎在城市。我以为,我一定会爱上城市――城市的繁华热闹,城市的时尚多变,城市的没有炊烟的整洁……我以为,随着时间的推移,我早已爱上了城市。当有人问我,你是哪里人的时候,故乡的影子一闪而过,我矜 Many years ago, when I left my hometown, I did not expect that toon humble toon would linger in my heart with its endless fragrance. At that time, I always thought that hometown little mountain village no trace of nostalgia. I always think that my root will be deeply rooted in the city as I am the next one. I thought, I would love the city - the city’s bustling city, the city’s fashion change, the city’s clean smoke ... ... I think, over time, I have long fell in love with the city. When someone asked me where you are from, the shadow of my home flew by, I 矜