下午的阳光意外地和暖,在多风多雪的罗弗敦,这样的冬日也算难得了。我推窗望去,极目都是异国的雪光天色,木然静坐,不敢喧哗,心中自然而然地浮现出远在地球另一边的故乡来,身在异乡,故乡的一草一木仿佛也镂饰上了丝丝缠绵不绝的情,嚼不断,撕不裂。行行重行行,在国内,或许故乡就是某个小小的城市,到了眼窝深邃的国度,才惊觉,故乡是那个泱泱大国,他乡遇故知,平时肩头擦过而不互知的人,此时却异常地亲切,互相地攀谈起让人心挂的魅 The afternoon sun was unexpectedly warm, so windy and snowy in Lofoten that such a winter’s day was rare. I push the window to look, very eyes are exotic snowy sky, Wood sit quietly, not loud, the heart naturally emerges out of the homeland on the other side of the earth, in a foreign land, the hometown of grass and wood seems to carve On the slightest lingering love, chewing constantly, tear not cracked. In the country, maybe the hometown is a small city, to the deep country of the eyeball, only to be surprised to find that the hometown is that big country, his hometown know the story, usually shook his hand without mutual understanding, At this point it is unusually warm, talking about each other from the charm of the heart hanging