一当我在城里飞奔的时候,故乡像只蝉蜕,成为一个空洞的外壳。走近那片山水,我已经认不出生养自己的乡村。我不敢相信,曾经奇峰耸立,层峦叠嶂的故乡,变成了瘦骨嶙峋的老母,只剩下平铺直叙的胸脯。每到夜深人静,我这个叛逃的罪人在异乡的斗室里,嘀嘀嗒,嗒,快速敲击着键盘,利用横平坚直的汉字矫情地缅怀故乡。 When I flew in the city, the hometown was like a cicada, a hollow shell. Approached that piece of landscape, I have not recognized his own country. I can not believe it. Once upon a time, the hometown of Qifeng, a mountainous village, has become a skinny mother, leaving only the straightforward chest. Deep in the dead of night, I, a defiant singer, tickled the keyboard in a foreign country dwelling. She quickly pounded the keyboard and remembered the hometown peacefully with the flat Chinese character.