轻轻地背起行囊,我决心要走了,永远走出大山的怀抱。每当月儿斜挂树梢时,思绪便流淌成淙淙的小河,故乡那悠远的呼唤声总串成一组组浓浓的风景线……是露,总要滋润小草“吱呀!”门开了。 Gently carrying the bag, I am determined to go, and always out of the embrace of the mountains. Whenever the children slanted on the trees, the thoughts flowed into the river. The long-distance call of the hometown was always a group of thick landscapes. It was dew, and it was necessary to nourish the grass. “Oh!” Now.