冬日愈深，乡思念深，这乡思先如茶，后如酒，然后再化成缕缕丝线，萦绕着你，牵扯着你，使你无法抑制，当情深意切之时，你便不能不说该回家了。冬日回家最好。这季节，在我们家乡，该收的都收了，种的也都种了，犁也擦了，耙也挂了，乡亲们都从繁杂的农事中解脱出来了，这是 The deeper the winter is, the deeper the township is. The hometown is like a cup of tea, then a wine, then it turns into a strand of silk, haunting you and holding you so that you can not restrain you from indignation Go home Winter is the best home. This season, in our hometown, the income was collected, and the species were also planted. The plow was rubbed, and the rake hung, and the folks were freed from the complicated farm work.