有一个小村,她就象一坛老酒,牵我乡情,醉我身心…… 六十年代初期,父亲响应了国家支援贫困地区的号召,从东北转业至利津县。当时,我家临时寄居在远离县城的一个叫五股道的小村子里。小村不大,只有百十户人家,我家是这个村唯一的“外乡人”。自从我家进了村,小村便热闹起来。母亲从小在泰山脚下长大,象泰山一样敦实,是一个你给她一滴水她会报答你一壶油的女人,经不住这份浓浓乡情的“攻击”,很快,热情好客的母亲与村里人打得火热起来,我家整天象赶大集一样热闹。那年月, There is a small village where she is like an old wine in an altar, takes me nostalgia and drunk my body and mind ... In the early 1960s, my father responded to the call of the state for supporting poor areas and moved from northeast to Lijin County. At that time, my family temporarily housed in a small village called Wuzi Road far from the county seat. Little village, only one hundred households, my home is the only “stranger” in this village. Since my family entered the village, the village was busy. Mother grew up at the foot of Mount Tai, like Taishan, like a real, you give her a drop of water she will repay you a pot of oil, could not stand this thick nostalgia “attack”, and soon, hospitable mother Playing with the villagers fiery up, my family like to catch a large set as lively. That year,