临沂——鲁东一隅。我生长于斯的故土。 “吹落了思乡的尘,吹不去额头的纹,走完了想走的路,才想起回家的门……”乡愁如烟,起自缕缕游子的情怀。一首夜曲时常索绕心头,吹皱我满腹乡愁。 从戎数载,一直无暇回归故里,心中不免时常惦念起故乡的山水来。 金秋十月,终于成行。掸掉满怀乡愁,我真实地感受着故乡的山山水水,一草一木,感受着故乡那浓郁亲切的乡音。 我是属于山乡的——这是我的记忆。面对远山近川,我却找不到昔日的山乡旧影了！ 逝者如斯,记忆中的山乡已成了遥远的云烟。但是,印象中的一切早已深深根植于我的脑海,令我挥之不去。 Linyi - Ludong corner. I grew up in Sri Lanka’s native land. “Blow down the homesick dust, blowing the pattern of forehead, walked the way to go, just think of the door home ... ...” nostalgic smoke, wandering wandering feelings. A nocturne often winding around my heart, blowing my full nostalgia. Cong Rong number set, has no time to return hometown, often can not help but think of my hometown landscape. Autumn in October, finally made it. Duster Nostalgic homesick, I really feel the hometown of mountains and rivers, plants and trees, feel the hometown that rich and cordial accent. I belong to Shan Xiang - this is my memory. In the face of distant mountains near Chuan, I can not find the old Shanxiang old movie! So deceased, the memory of the mountain has become distant clouds. However, all the impressions have long been deeply rooted in my mind, leaving me lingering.