乡情已在城里住了很多年,但总是习惯把走过的每一条街、每一条巷,都按照村压里的路来走。让一双脚反复地练习蜿蜒,奔波,坎坷……每当夜幕降临,总是抬头看看楼房的顶部,想从那里与一缕炊烟相亲相近。可惜,偶尔只看见一只孤独的鸟飞过,夜色就压了下来。天边半轮明月,清冷而宁静,在迷蒙中与一座城默语。 Nostalgia has lived in the city for many years, but always used to go through every street, every lane, according to the pressure in the village to go. Let a pair of feet repeatedly practice meandering, rushing, rough ... ... When the night falls, always looked up to see the top of the building, want to get close to a ray of smoke from there. Unfortunately, only occasionally saw a lonely bird flew over, the night pressure down. Half of the moon on the horizon, cool and quiet, with a city in the misty silence.