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乡情是故乡悠悠升起的炊烟。每当我们的目光同炊烟一起上升时,回归故土的梦幻啊,总使我们禁不住热泪涟涟。 乡情是故乡高高的山。登上故乡的山,随便采一束野草山花,故乡的芬芳便会翻卷在你的心海。不管走出多远,故乡的山总是你攀登的起点。 乡情是脚下沉甸甸的土地。没有土地就没有花草树木,就没有飞鸟走兽,就没有人间烟火。只有在坚实的土地上,我们才站得稳行得正;只有读懂了土地,我们才有可能读懂人生。
Nostalgia is the hometown of smoke rising up. Whenever our eyes rise together with the smoke, the dream of returning to our homeland always causes us to burst into tears. Nostalgia is hometown high mountains. Mount the hometown of the mountains, casually pick a bunch of wild grass mountain flowers, the fragrance of hometown will be rolled in your heart sea. No matter how far you go, the mountains in your hometown are always the starting point for your climb. Nostalgia is the foot of heavy land. There is no land without flowers and trees, no birds and animals, no human fireworks. Only in a solid land can we stand firm and right; only by reading the land can we understand life.