远方的家一首久远的《谁不说俺家乡好》,虽说的是沂蒙山那疙瘩,可触歌生情,对于终年漂泊在外的游子来说,谁想到或听到那优美的曲调,那浑然而悠扬的旋律,不像似闻得家乡的鸟啼、蛙鸣,以及田间此起彼伏的麦花香和稻浪声,心里不潜移默化地产生强烈的眷恋和乡思呢?我对家乡就深怀如此的莼鲈之思、叶根之想。每次哼唱《谁不说俺家乡好》,或从央视《星光大道》 Far away from home a distant “Who do not say good hometown,” Although the Yimeng Mountain that pimple, can touch the song of love, for wandering all year round who travel, who think or hear that beautiful melody, that The melodious and melodious melodies, unlike the birds and crows who seem to smell their hometown, the frogs, and the wheat and rice fields that one after another, and their soundless affectionate and homesickness. I feel so deeply in my hometown Perch thinking, the root of the thought of the root. Every time humming “Who do not say good hometown,” or from the CCTV “Avenue of Stars”