经一夜风雨,苍白的文字患上了乡愁。多年来未归家的我,不免有些惭愧了,因为心底里一直留恋着的那个生我养我的家乡,虽然离我现在居住的地方并不遥远,而我却仅仅只记得故乡那些依稀的容颜了。随着年岁增长,心中怀旧的情感愈来愈深,对家乡的眷恋也愈来愈强。只是扎根于内心的关于儿时的记忆似乎离我越来越远了,现在间或能想起的只是一些零碎的片段,只有当儿时 After a stormy night, pale words suffer nostalgia. I am not ashamed of myself for many years, because my heart has always been nostalgic for me to keep my hometown, although it is not far away from where I now live, but I just remember the vague appearance of my hometown It’s As we grow older, our hearts are nostalgic and our love for our hometown is getting stronger and stronger. Just rooted in the memory of childhood seems to be farther and farther away from me now or can only think of some fragmentary fragments only when children