突然想起曾在书上看到的一段话:其实,所有的故乡原本不都是异乡吗?所谓故乡不过是我们祖先漂泊旅程中落脚的最后一站。许多年后,当我面对浩渺的大海,我会想起初到小镇的那一天。细碎的阳光在海面翻腾,不骄不躁的海风扑面而来,所有思绪顷刻间被扰乱。在我努力使自己镇定下来时,迎来了要被我称作父亲的男人。他走过来,拍拍我的肩,将我们领去他的住处。小镇世代都以捕鱼为生,家中最多的就是捕鱼工具了。而且除了我和母亲,镇上的人都同姓。同姓氏是一 Suddenly remembered a passage once read in the book: In fact, all the hometowns were not originally foreign lands. The so-called hometown is only the last stop of our ancestors’ journey. Many years later, when I face the vast sea, I will remember the day when I first arrived in the town. The crushing sunlight slammed in the sea, and the savage sea breeze swept away. All thoughts were disturbed in a moment. As I tried to calm myself down, I was welcomed by a man whom I called my father. He came over, patted my shoulder and led us to his place. For generations, fishing has made a living, and the family has the most fishing gear. And in addition to my mother and me, people in the town have the same surname. The same surname is a