从鸭绿江畔农家走出36个年头了,童年对于我已是40多年前的事了。然而,家乡的情愫永远种在我的心间。我忘却不了童年印象,怀念那贫困岁月一个农家孩子所独有的欢乐。山间披绿,大地回春。春天来了,人们大多笑逐颜开。上个世纪七十年代,我童年的春天里大人们却常常发出声声叹息。春天在哪里?我记忆中童年的春天,是在人们叹息声中的耕耘之中。清明之后,一切冬眠的生灵开始苏醒,很多植物的叶芽开始吐绿,恰好农家又开始了一年中最为忙碌地耕作。 From the Yalu River farmer out of 36 years, and childhood is for me more than 40 years ago. However, the affection of my hometown always lies in my heart. I can not forget the childhood impression, miss the peculiar joy of a peasant child in that poverty years. Mountain green, earth rejuvenation. Spring is coming and most people smile. In the seventies of last century, in the spring of my childhood, adults often sigh. Where is spring? The spring of my childhood in memory is the work of people sighing. After the Ching Ming period, all the hibernating creatures began to awake. Many plant leaf sprouts started to spit green, and the farmhouse began to work the busiest year of the year.