离家求学已有一年多了。久居异地,常赋予自己一个异乡人的身份,穿梭在杭州的人潮中。我常常感觉故乡就在自己的身边。在索居的日子里,在夜里漫步时,念起故乡的人、故乡的声音,回望着童年、少年时代,总觉得故乡在我身后轻声呼唤。可每一次转身,看见的却是杭州城的车水马龙。于是我知道,故乡是一片遥远的看不见的土地。时间的跨度与空间的距离以一种令人无力辩驳的姿态,使我明自得透彻。然而我依旧牵恋着故乡的种种,尽管生养我的小 I’ve been away from home for more than a year. Living in different places for a long time, often give yourself a stranger’s identity, shuttle in the crowds of Hangzhou. I often feel hometown is on my side. In the days of living, walking at night, read hometown people, the voice of hometown, looking back to childhood, youth, always feel hometown behind me softly call. Every time I turned around, I saw the busy city of Hangzhou. So I know that hometown is a distant invisible land. The span of time and the distance to space make me a clear-cut figure in an irrefutable position. However, I still love the hometown of all kinds, despite giving birth to my little