“摇啊摇,摇啊摇,摇到外婆桥……”听着这熟悉的调儿,曾经的一切竟如山泉汩汩涌出,愈发清晰,愈发急促。虽踏上归家之路,心情却像浸了水的棉花,越来越沉重。心中有个声音不断问自己:往昔的一切可曾改变?繁茂的榕树是否还在?理不清的思绪像绸缎死死搅在一起,剪不断,理还乱。“到站了!”我背起背包狂奔。近了!近了!熟悉的古红色木 “Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake to Grandmother Bridge...” “Listen to this familiar tune, everything that has ever been poured out like a mountain spring is clearer and more urgent.” Although on the road to home, the mood is like cotton soaked in water, more and more heavy. There is a voice in my heart who constantly asks myself: What could have changed in the past? Are the luxuriant eucalyptus trees still? The unclear thoughts are like silk and satin, they are cut together, and they are chaotic. “Arrived!” I took my backpack and rushed. Close! Near! Familiar ancient red wood