也许大家都一样,年轻的这几年,梦想总离家乡很远。而当他们在外面兜兜转转,无论赚没赚到钱、赚了多少钱,故乡永远在那里安静地守望着,给他们寄托,给他们力量。很多年以后,望着北京的夜色,小楚还是会想起独自拖着行李来北京的那个晚上,想起景德镇那一段漆黑的高速道路,想起故乡夜晚的星星。她的每一段人生,似乎都由夜晚开始。南锣鼓巷向北,数过九个胡同右转,走到头,有一家卖米酒的小 Maybe everyone is the same, young, these few years, the dream is always far away from home. And when they were going around in circles, no matter how much money they made or how much they made, their hometown would always be quietly watching there, giving them sustenance and giving them strength. Many years later, looking at the night of Beijing, Xiao Chu still remembered the night when he dragged his luggage to Beijing alone. He reminded me of the dark highway in Jingdezhen and reminded me of the stars in my hometown night. Every part of her life seems to start from the night. Nanluogu Lane north, a few more than nine alley turn right, come to an end, there is a small selling rice wine