走出监狱厚重的大门,头顶的太阳火辣辣地照着,钱伟心烦意乱。街上传来“我想有个家,一个不需要华丽的地方,在我疲惫的时候,我会想到它”的女声独唱,更是让他泪如雨下。是啊,他的家在哪里?站在十字街头,他彻底彷徨了。家。在大山深处,钱伟曾经有个家,那个家背靠青山,面临河水,门前还有几棵柿子树。那里记载着他和小伙伴们童年的欢乐和苦涩。后来他考上大学,毕业分配到一个乡镇 Out of prison heavy door, the top of the sun shining, Qian Wei distracted. “I want to have a home, a place that does not need gorgeous, when I am exhausted, I will think of it” solo girl, but also let him burst into tears. Yeah, where is his home? Standing in a cross street, he is completely simmered. Family. In the depths of the mountains, Qian Wei once had a home, that house backed by mountains, facing the river, in front of a few persimmon trees. There he recorded the childhood joy and bitterness of him and his friends. He later admitted to college, graduation assigned to a township