去年腊月,我从遥远的塞外边关赶回阔别已久的沂水老家探亲。列车在冷寂的城市和萧瑟的田野飞驰,我的思绪早已飞越关山万重回到家乡,眼前浮现的是老人们甜蜜的笑容和孩子们纯净的眼神,还有我的儿时玩伴——一棵年迈的法国梧桐枝叶葳蕤的模样。踏进家门,和亲人们谈笑言欢、幸福宽慰之余,我难以抑制内心的焦灼不安。其实,游子心中的乡愁,不只是对家乡父老乡亲的爱与惦念,还有对自然物象的熟稔与亲切感。挺拔在我记忆中的青春之树啊,你现在还 Last year, in the twelfth lunar month, I flew back to the long-awaited Yishui hometown from my distant plug. Train in the cold city and the bleak fields speeding, my thoughts have long overflew the return of Guanshanwan heavyweight, the immediate emergence of the old people’s sweet smile and children’s pure eyes, as well as my childhood playmate - a Aged French sycamore branches and leaves looks like. Into the house, and relatives jokingly happy, happiness relieved, I can hardly suppress the anxiety of the heart. In fact, wandering homesick nostalgia, not only for the hometown folks love and miss, as well as familiar with the natural phenomenon of familiarity and intimacy. Upright in my memory of the tree of youth ah, you are still