一位年过五旬的朋友最近和我感慨道:“每到年关的时候,总会思念起家乡,一年更甚一年。不过,我的家乡到底在哪里,有时我感觉有点儿说不清。出生的地方,这个名义上的故乡,因为父母的逝去而变得遥远了。成长的地方,这个看似也称得上故乡的故乡,似乎少了些老家的味道。我突然,羡慕你的故乡不远,羡慕你有一个清晰的故乡。”人到中年,活了大半辈子。羡慕的事情不少,但似乎还是第一次有人羡慕我有清晰的故乡。想起以前看到的一句话“母亲在哪里,故乡便在哪里。”我想,这或许也是 A late Pentecost friend and I recently sighed: “every year off, always miss hometown, year after year, but where my hometown, and sometimes I feel a little bit of that Unclear.the place of birth, the name of the hometown, because parents died and become distant place of growth, this seemingly can be called the hometown of hometown, seems to be less the taste of home.I suddenly, envy Not far from your hometown, envy you have a clear hometown. ”People to middle-aged, lived most of my life. Envy a lot of things, but it seems the first time someone envy I have a clear hometown. Remember the sentence I saw before. “Where is the mother? Where is the hometown?” "I think it may be