树有根，人也有根，我的根就在那遥远的杏花村。那里有我第一声啼哭，那里有我第一个脚印，慈祥的父母，善良的乡亲，弯弯的山路连着天边的云。树离不开根，人忘不了根，离家的日子越久，乡思越深沉。为什么泪水，模糊了我的眼神，因为心里，深深扎着故乡的根。根是魂，魂也是 Tree roots, people have roots, my roots in that far apricot village. Where my first cry, where my first footprints, kind parents, kind folks, curved mountain road connected to the sky clouds. Tree can not be separated from the root, people can not forget the root, the longer the time away from home, the deeper the rural thinking. Why tears, blurred my eyes, because my heart, deeply rooted hometown. Root is soul, soul is too