我家在吴山庙村,那是蜿蜒曲折的小路深处的一个村落。牙牙学语时的我,总爱穿着小拖鞋,吧嗒吧嗒地跑向村口的小路,任耳边清柔甜蜜的轻风欢快地回响。我轻轻迈开碎步,伸出小手,让我稚嫩的眼睛触摸小村的青砖墨瓦,感受她无言伸向繁华都市的无奈与失落;或者,我坐 My home is in Wushan Temple Village, which is a village deep in the meandering path. When I was babbling, I always loved to wear small slippers, and ran to the entrance of the village trail with a soft, sweet breeze on my ears. I gently break open the steps, out of small hands, let my immature eyes touch the small village of black tiles, feel her speechless to the bustling city frustration and loss; or, I sit