我对于故乡的情思就像老屋的烟囱里飘出一缕的炊烟那样,出来时无牵无挂,出去后却又久久停留在半空里徘徊不前。——题记篾匠篾匠是我的一个远房大伯。刚念完大学的第一年,回到家里,见到大伯时,他已经患了中风的毛病,躺卧在后屋的床上不能动弹将近半年,我去看他的时候,见他情绪很是悲伤,泪水止不住地流过布满皱纹的脸颊,在印象中不是滑落,的的确确是漫过,而且顽强地浸过每一条沟沟壑壑才滴落到那床发黄的床单上。大伯见到我时,嘴里喃喃地说着什么, My feelings for my hometown are like smoke in the chimney of the old house, and when I come out, I have not got hold of it. After I went out, I stopped for a long time in midair. - Inscription 篾 Carpenter 篾 Carpenter is a distant uncle. Just finished college the first year, returned home, saw uncle, he had suffered a stroke problem, lying in the back room of the bed can not move for nearly six months, when I went to see him, see him very emotional Sad, tears can not stop flowing through the wrinkled cheeks, not the slightest impression in the slightest, really diffuse, and tenaciously dipped in every gully drip drip to bed yellow bed sheets. When uncle saw me, his mouth murmured something,