今年夏天我随弟弟回到阔别五年多的故乡,不禁为家乡的巨大变化而吃惊。 我的家乡在古老的黄河边,是一个十几户人家的小村庄。在我的记忆中,那是一个冬天白茫茫,夏日蚊蝇滋生的穷地方。农民的房子是清一色低矮昏暗的土坯房,村内猪羊粪便随处可见。每当同事们坐在一起夸各自家乡的时候,我便觉得很自卑。这几年,听说家乡变了,究竟变到了什么程度? 当我快到村口时,呈现在眼前的是绿树掩映下的几排整齐的红砖房。 This summer I returned with my brother's hometown of more than five years away and can not help but be amazed by the tremendous changes in my hometown. My hometown is on the ancient Yellow River, a small village of a dozen families. In my memory, it was a blight in winter and a breeding ground for mosquitoes in summer. Peasant's house is a low-light dim earth adobe house, pigs and sheep excrement in the village can be seen everywhere. Whenever my colleagues sit together and boast their hometown, I feel very inferior. In recent years, I heard that the hometown has changed, what has changed to what extent? When I was approaching the entrance to the village, showing in front of a few rows of trees neatly arranged under the red brick house.