闭上眼,只记得青屋老树,一丝醇厚,一丝淡雅。走出乡土,离开了厚实的青屋,住进了钢筋水泥的森林,一扇防盗门,一把锁,挡住了所有的温暖与亲情。时常想起那美丽乡村,青烟袅袅,厚重朴实,洗去了游子的风尘,换回一丝安怡和一丝闲适。于是奔出钢筋水泥的森林,奔回故土,只见青屋依在,树木常青。抚着美丽乡村,心里感慨万分。青屋,为何而青?寻常的砖头只经一遍烧制,略显轻薄,而 Close your eyes, only remember the green trees, a trace of mellow, a trace of elegant. Out of the native land, left the thick green house, lived in the reinforced concrete forest, a security door, a lock, blocking all the warmth and affection. Often think of that beautiful countryside, smoke curl, thick and simple, wash away the dust of the wandering, in exchange for a trace of An Yi and a trace of leisurely. Ben ran out of reinforced concrete forest, ran back to their homeland, I saw green house, trees evergreen. Caressed the beautiful countryside, my heart feeling very much. Green house, why green? Ordinary bricks by firing again, slightly thin, and