时隔五年,再次踏上这片亲切而熟悉的土地,嗅着泥土的芬芳,思绪纷纷点点地涌现。脑海中又浮现出儿时的场景,不禁在回忆中使劲寻找那曾经的气息。依稀记得故乡的每户人家都会酿造糯米醋。踏上布有青苔的石板,每一块都藏有一段独属于我的记忆,而在此刻就像香软的糯米酒的味道萦绕在我的身旁。那时的月光每一夜都温暖而皎洁,我爱赤着双脚牵着妹妹在石板上踩出清脆的声响,直到外婆忙完一天的劳动后,用悠沉的呼唤把我和妹妹唤回 After a lapse of five years, once again set foot on this kind of familiar and familiar land, sniffing the fragrance of soil, thoughts have emerged a little bit. My childhood scene again emerge in my mind, can not help but hard to find memories in the memories of the atmosphere. Vaguely remember every household in their hometown will brew glutinous rice vinegar. Set foot on the mossy stone, each with a piece of my own memory, but at the moment like a fragrant glutinous rice wine lingering around me. At that time, the moonlight was warm and bright every night, I love my barefooted sister holding a crisp sound on the stone until my grandmother finished her day’s work, reclaiming me and her sister