我的故乡在哪里我的故乡在哪里?年少时无数次我这样问自己。我出生在祖母的故乡,行走在乡村巷陌,成长在不同的校园里。童年的记忆是那么零碎、无序。忧伤有许多被过滤,欢乐跳跃着沉淀在心底。土炕上祖母教我学会了写“毛主席万岁!”“岁”字“山”下的那个“夕”呀怎么都写不好,我仿照村头墙壁上的标语“山”下写了一个“小”字,被祖母罚写“岁”字,多少遍,已经忘记。 Where is my hometown Where is my hometown? When I was young, I asked myself this way. I was born in my grandmother’s hometown, walking in a rural alley, growing up on a different campus. Childhood memory is so fragmented and disorderly. There are many grievances are filtered, happy jumping precipitation in my heart. Tukang grandmother taught me to learn to write “Long live Chairman Mao ” “old ” word “mountain ” under the “eve ” how to write well, I modeled on the village wall Slogan “Mountain ” wrote a “small ”, was written by the grandmother “years ” word, how many times, have forgotten.