昨夜一场秋雨,洗得远山苍翠欲滴。柔和的阳光,湛蓝的天空。窗外爬山虎的叶子在微风中轻轻地呢喃,偶尔有乌雀飞过。寓居在这还很陌生的京城,我的“乡思病”又犯了。山脚下弯弯的小路,又该缀满金黄的野菊花了。一溜溜的矮墙根,又该瑟缩着晒太阳的老人、孩子、懒散的闲汉与聒噪的媳妇们。母亲在干什么呢?屋檐下的白丝绳,又该挂满水淋淋的小莱叶了。我已闻到坡凹里野韭莱的清香…… 我们这一代充满矛盾的怀乡者啊！ 一边眷念着童年时青山绿水的家园.一边 An autumn rain last night, washed away the verdant. Soft sunlight, clear blue sky. Leaves of the creeper outside the window gently whisper in the breeze, and occasionally fly over the wigeon. Living in this still very strange capital, my “hometown illness” has committed. Curved foot of the mountain at the foot of the road, and then covered with golden wild chrysanthemum flowers. A yo short wall roots, and the constriction of the sun the elderly, children, lazy idle people and noisy daughter-in-law. What is the mother doing? The white ropes under the eaves should be covered with water-dripping small Lai leaves. I have smelled the fragrance of the leek wild Leek Levin ...... Our generation is full of contradictions nostalgia ah! While nostalgic childhood green mountains and rivers home