等待的日子,很漫长,很漫长。也许,我们的一生,都是在这反反复复的等待中,度过。故乡的歌,是一支清远的笛,总在有月亮的晚上响起,年少的孩子带着点流浪的喜悦一去不回,却不知想家的苦涩滋味。梦里的日子很多,少年却开始想要回家。归路难求,且 The days of waiting are very long and long. Maybe we spend all our lives in this repeated wait. The song of the hometown is a flutes of Qingyuan. It always rings at night with the moon. The young children never return with the joy of stray, but they do not know the bitter taste of homesickness. There are many days in my dreams. The young people begin to want to go home. It is difficult to get home, and