这是一片生我养我的乡村。十年前,我背着母亲缝制的行囊,承载着乡亲们殷切的目光,踏上异地求学的道路。十年后。我背着老农金传递过来的挎包,肩负着信合人光荣的使命,义无反顾地投身到这片热土。一种难以割台的情结将我的灵魂紧紧缠绕。我开始在如火的青春里重新阅读着我的乡村,品味着我的乡村……春天,我穿行在漫野的花丛中和绿色的村庄间,轻柔的春 This is a country where I raise my family. Ten years ago, I carried my mother’s luggage, bearing the ardent eyesight folks, embarked on the road to study elsewhere. Ten years later. I carry the bag over the gold carried by veterans, shoulder the mission of trustworthy people, hesitate to devote themselves to this land. A hard-to-cut complex binds my soul tightly. I began to re-read my village in the fire of youth, taste my country ... ... spring, I walk in the wild flowers and green villages, soft spring