喊故乡我在心里一遍又一遍地喊着故乡,从不间断。白天黑夜喊,明亮暗淡喊,声嘶力竭、甚至喑哑着嗓门喊。喊声持续却绝不缠绵,辞语庄严却拒绝黄钟大吕。像被一只无形的手放逐的风筝,在天上晕头转向;似一把被扯去弦的古筝,只能演奏故乡越来越稀薄的炊烟。这喊,常常凸起一块又一块乌青,像不经意怀春的娼妓,找不到一个真正的主儿。 Call my hometown again and again in my heart shouted hometown, from time to time. Shouting day and night, shouting bright bright, hoarseness, and even mumble with a voice shout. Shout continued but never linger, solemn rhetoric rejected Huang Zhonglu Lv. Like a kite exiled by an invisible hand, in the sky dizzy; like a zither removed guzheng, can only play more and more hometown of thin smoke. This shout, often raised a piece of black, like a whirlwind of prostitutes, can not find a real master child.