我失聪了。很长一段时间都听不到人间烟火味的嘈杂之声了,但有两句苍凉、悲悯、期盼的呼唤之声倒是再清晰不过了,再入心不过了。“归来吧,归来哟归来吧,归来哟……”这个大众熟悉或陌生的歌者的声音,总是在我目光所及的版图上空滚动着、飞旋着。这是遥远故乡的呼唤。只有在故乡,才能见到最真实的灵魂!才能让灵魂安宁地成长。故乡也是一种信仰。珍重故乡的人,一生都不可能背弃这个信仰。而我的母亲是故乡 I am deaf For a long time can not hear the noise of the human smoke smell of the voice, but there are two desolate, compassion, look forward to the voice of the call it touches clear, and then get into the heart of the matter. “Come back, come back yo come back, come back yo ... ” The public familiar or unfamiliar singer’s voice, always in my vision of the scroll over the map, flying spin. This is the call of a distant hometown. Only in the hometown can we see the most real soul! Only in this way can our soul grow in peace. Hometown is also a kind of faith. People who cherish their hometown, life can not give up this faith. My mother is hometown