秋日的一天,我回到了阔别多年的老家,东北一个普通的小村。 深夜,淅淅沥沥的小雨,唤起我对故乡的眷恋。 蓦然间,那缭绕在低矮茅屋上的炊烟,那高大繁茂的白杨树,那宽广笔直的公路,还有那月夜里机器的轰鸣声,清晨牧羊人赶着一群肥壮的山羊在荒地上奔跑追逐着的情景……一一映现在我的眼前。 On the autumn day, I returned to my hometown after a long absence, an ordinary village in northeast China. Late at night, lonely rain, evoking my hometown attachment. Suddenly, that smoke around the hut on the low smoke, that lush poplar trees, that broad and straight road, there is the moon roar of machinery, the early morning shepherd rush a group of goats ran in the heath Chasing the scene ...... one by one reflected in my eyes.