年年岁岁花相似,岁岁年年人不同。——题记“叮咚,车已到站,请下车的旅客收拾好行李,从车门处下车。”我站起身收拾好桌上的残局,拎着行李下了车。扑面而来的是家乡泥土的气息,抬眼便是湛蓝的天空,一路旅途的糟糕心情烟消云散。我又回来了!我很小的时候便是在这里生活的,家家白墙黑瓦,长长的屋檐遮住了头顶的苍穹。燕儿在巢里叽叽喳喳地叫唤。细雨霏霏时我总喜欢捧着自家新做的炒米倚着攀满爬山虎的土墙,看着晶莹雨帘外朦胧的山外山,听着门外聚成一团的花甲老人拉拉家常。轻摇的藤椅、朦胧的雨景伴着炒米的香总是在我的梦里萦 One year spent similar, each year is different. - Inscription “Buzz, the car has arrived, please get off the passengers packed luggage, get off from the door. ” I stood up and packed the mess on the table, carrying luggage under the car. Blowing the breath of hometown soil, looking up is the blue sky, all the way to the bad mood vanished. I am back! When I was very young I lived here, every family black-white walls, long eaves covered the sky overhead. Yan children in the nest twitter chanting. When the rain began to fall, I always liked holding my own new fried rice leaning against the creeper-covered soil wall. Looking at the misty mountains outside the crystal clear rain curtain, I listened to the elder’s elder. Swaying wicker chairs, dim rain with the smell of fried rice always in my dreams