渴望一个有爹有娘的村庄生命是一条河,宽宽窄窄,一路流来,时而顺风顺水飞流直下,时而险难泥泞,浪起浪浮。天下的河流无不在做弯弯折折、九曲回肠的流动。没有谁能逃离曲折和跌宕,没有谁能一帆风顺,一篙千里地永远行进。在生命之河流经的版图上,高山之中有低谷,月圆之后是月缺,花开,花落……总会发生某种缺失。因为缺失,人们又常常生出种种渴望:大旱之年渴望滋润,风雪之中渴望盆火,因苦涩而渴望甜蜜,因伤痛 Longing for a village with father and mother is a river, narrow and wide, flowing all the way, sometimes downwind, sometimes muddy, waves and waves. All the rivers in the world are doing bending and bending, the flow of the ileum of the nine. No one can escape twists and turns ups and downs, no one can smooth sailing, traveling forever. On the map of the river of life, there are valleys in the mountains, moon after month, flowers, blossoms ... There is always something missing. Because of the lack of, people often give birth to all kinds of longing: the year of drought eager to moisture, snow and thirst for fire, because of bitter and longing for sweet, because of pain