记忆的炊烟,每一天都会缠绵而坚强地升起。盛满思念的小船,无数次在母亲的梦中靠岸。人生的根,会永远扎在童年的故乡,故乡的童年。我的故乡,在热河大地,燕山脚下,滦河岸边。春风和煦的日子,杏花、桃花和数不清的野花,像壁毯一样挂满山崖。夏天的浓雾像刚刚挤出的牛奶黏稠而清香,清澈、饱满的河水在柳丛和芦苇织成的毛绒绒的两岸之间舒缓地流过,蜻蜓飞累了 Memory of the smoke, every day will be lingering and strong rise. The boat full of thoughts, countless times in the mother’s dream beach. The root of life, will always tie in the hometown of childhood, hometown of childhood. My hometown, in the Jehol land, at the foot of Yanshan, Luan River Bank. Spring breeze genial days, apricot, peach and countless wildflowers, hanging like a tapestry cliff. The dense fog of summer just sticks out of the thick, delicate milk of milk, and the clear, plump river soothingly flows between the fluffy banks of willows and reeds, and the dragonfly flies