总有一幅画,在有月亮的晚上隐现;总有一首童谣,在杨柳婀娜的湖畔响起。似那幅画,如那首童谣,我的故乡,如此熟悉,又离我那么遥远。我的故乡,她不高贵,只在平凡中闪烁着淡淡的光。朴实的故乡,一如温馨的阳光诠释着她的慈祥,她就像天下所有的母亲疼爱她们的孩子一样,养育了一代代生活在那方热土上的人们。故乡是一幅平淡而充实的画。 There is always a picture that appears in the night with the moon; there is always a nursery rhyme, sounded in the graceful lake of Willow. Like the picture, such as the first rhyme, my hometown, so familiar, and so far away from me. My hometown, she is not noble, only in ordinary light flashing light. Simple hometown, as the warm sunshine of her kindness, she is like all the world’s mother loved their children, raised a generation of people living in that hot land. Hometown is a plain and full of paintings.