回乡不是回家。回家是亲切的。记得母亲在世时,回家是那样温馨,是那样顺理成章。一踏上故土,远远望见屋顶上的炊烟,望见炊烟下的竹篱,竹篱后,有慈母倚门而望。未进门,早有乡邻用真诚而淳朴的目光迎候你:“哇,回家来看母亲了。”匆匆推开柴门,扑进母亲怀里,一卸世路风尘的艰辛。 Returning home is not going home. It is kind to go home. It is natural to remember that when my mother was alive, it was so warm to go home. As soon as I stepped on my homeland and saw the smoke on the roof from afar, I saw the bamboo fence under the smoke. After the bamboo fence, there was a mother-in-law looking over the door. Before entering the door, the local neighbors have been waiting for you with sincere and honest eyes: “Wow, come home to see the mother.” Hastily pushed open the wood door, flew into the mother’s arms, and unloaded the hardships of the road dust.