流年乡愁,挂在童年。葳蕤的草,荒芜了旧事。一把待耕的犁铧,明晃晃,直插心田。明明灭灭的呐喊,在心底,成河。视野尽头,故乡越走越远。曾经的记忆,悠然打开,一针一线串起爸妈的背影。匍匐了四十多年的心事,被目光牵引,沉淀在绝唱的岁月!拿什么给你,我的流年?木犁木犁,弓着一生的背。扯痛的牛,丢弃,睡在厢房的尘埃里。 Fleeting nostalgia, hanging in childhood. Loaded grass, barren old things. Plowing awaiting plowshares, Ming shook, straight heart. Clearly destroy the cry, in my heart, into a river. End of vision, home and farther and farther. Once the memory, leisurely open, stitch strung parents back. Crawling the mind for more than 40 years, was the eyes of traction, precipitation in the era of soliloquy! What to give you, my fleeting? Wood plow wood plow, bow with a lifetime of back. The painful cow, discarded, sleeping in the dust in the wing.