几经驱车绕行,我终于站在你的面前。我强抑制住慕名已久的颤动,装作不曾认识,平静而矜持地向你伸出手,轻轻一握:“你好,请问你贵姓?”“免贵,我姓贵。”我们都笑了。村口左手,一株四百年的小叶榕树,粗壮的根部龙蟠虬结,在这片古老、肥沃的土地上扎着结实的马步,岿然不动,繁茂层叠的榕树叶“沙沙”作响,随着你我的笑声婆娑起舞。 After driving around, I finally stood in front of you. I strongly inhibit the long-established quivering, pretending not to know, quietly and holding hand to reach out to you, gently hold: “Hello, may I ask your name? ” “Free, I am your name. ”We all laughed. The left hand of the village entrance, a small banyan tree four hundred years old, thick roots of Long Poon knot, in this ancient, fertile land with a solid horse, unobstructed, lush cascade of banyan leaves Sound, with you my laughter whirling.