山丹丹花开花又落,一年又一年……故乡,最令我日日夜夜思念的是后院的一柱喷泉。记忆中,喷泉四周镶嵌着一大簇山丹丹,开七朵花的、八朵花的,到处都是。我终于回去了!可那儿,竟已成了一片废墟。都塌了,曾经的鸟语花香竟已被掩埋,处处都是杂草,上面覆盖着厚厚一层灰尘,就像它一直都是如此。应该,还是有幸免于难的生命吧。抱着一丝侥幸的心理,我绕着废墟边行走。果真,在一个从不惹人注目的角落,我找到了一丛山丹丹,它 Shan Dandan flowers blossoming and falling, year after year ...... Hometown, the most I miss day and night is the backyard of the fountain. In memory, the fountain is surrounded by a large cluster of mountain Dandan, seven flowers, eight flowers, everywhere. I finally went back! But there, it has become a ruin. All collapsed, once the flower had been buried, everywhere weeds, covered with a thick layer of dust, as it has always been. Should, or fortunate enough to avoid hard life. With a trace of luck, I walked around the rubble. If so, in a never-noticed corner, I found a cluster of mountain Dandan, it