很久没有回故乡了,故乡的山、故乡的水、故乡的人,常常索绕心间,如潮水般时急时缓,时明时暗,怎么也赶不走挥不去。我像放飞的风筝,无论飞得多高多远,总有一根无形的线牵着我,这就是故乡、就是根。难得回故乡,兴致盎然上西山登高。西山不高,却连绵数十里;西山不峻,却起伏有致。西山上长满郁郁葱葱的松树,这无尽绿色张开羽翼拥抱着千年古城,而 For a long time did not return home, the hometown of mountains, hometown of water, hometown, often winding around the heart, such as the tide of water when the emergency relief, when the time is dark, how can not catch up. I like flying kites, no matter how far fly high, there is always an invisible line holding me, this is the hometown, is the root. Rare hometown, interest Xishan ascendant. Western Hills is not high, but rolling for dozens of miles; Western Hills is not Jun, but ups and downs have caused. The western hills covered with lush pine trees, this endless green open wings embrace the Millennium City, and