离开故乡十多年了,令我魂牵梦绕的还是印满童年脚印的热土,常在眼前晃动的还是家乡的一幕一幕……父亲、母亲与做人一场政治风暴把我们全家从繁华的天津刮到当年发配林冲的地方。故乡博大的胸怀接纳了落难的游子,干不了农活的父亲被安排在三场(苗圃场、养猪场、种子场)谋生。家里常揭不开锅,父亲保管的仓库里粮包堆到了房顶,但父亲没往家捎过一粒。哪一位登临我家的乞丐,没受过 Left home for more than ten years, so dreamed of or covered with childhood footprints of the land, often shaking the eyes of the scene or hometown ... ... father, mother and a man a political storm to our family from the bustling Tianjin Scrape the hair that year with Lin Chong place. Hometown broad-minded embraced distress wanderer, can not do farming father was arranged in three (nursery field, pig farm, seed field) make a living. Unclear the family often open the house, his father kept the warehouse in the pile of grain piled to the roof, but his father did not take a home past. Which of the beggars who came to my house never suffered