一散失故土的人是一具游魂,居无定所,他们无法知道自己的根须生长在怎样的酸碱成分下,包括土壤的颜色。他们的记忆是断片的连续剧,无法完整播放,突兀而陌生。他们有着灵魂深处无法消遁的乡愁,刻骨而荒凉。所以,我常常庆幸自己是个有归属感的人,虽然我的故土仅仅是儿时的浮光掠影,但那些如老底片的记忆已是汇入血液里的强大的因子,始终不断循环在体内,对于那个叫做老家的地方,依旧保持着鲜活的念想。然而当我重回阔别多年的 A lost native is a wandering soul, no fixed abode, they can not know their roots grow in what kind of acid-base ingredients, including the color of the soil. Their memory is a fragment of the series, can not be fully played, unexpected and unfamiliar. They have nostalgia that can not be escaped in the depths of their souls. Therefore, I am often fortunate that I am a person who has a sense of belonging. Although my hometown is only a glimpse of childhood, those memories such as old negatives are already powerful factors that flow into the blood and are constantly circulating in the body. Called the place of home, still keep fresh read. However, when I returned to leave for many years