我家门外有一座大山。小时候,我常常坐在门槛上看着它,幻想着山外的美好生活。幼小的我总是尝试着朝山外走去,却怎么也走不出山的包围,最后还是母亲将迷失方向的我从山路上找了回来。当我真正走出了这座大山,山外的新鲜生活只给了我短暂的欣喜,家和家中的母亲萦徊在我午夜的梦境里。蓦然惊醒,腮边滑落的泪珠告诉我这是一种无药可救的乡愁。于是,我每个月从离家 There is a big mountain outside my house. As a child, I often sit on the threshold watching it, dreaming of a beautiful life outside the mountains. Young I always try to walk outside the mountain, but also how can not get out of the mountains surrounded by, and finally my mother will be lost in the direction I got back from the mountain. When I really walked out of this mountain, the fresh life outside the mountain gave me only a brief moment of joy. My mother and my mother linger in my midnight dream. Suddenly awakened, tearing cheeks tear telling me this is a hopeless nostalgia. So, I leave home every month