每当想起家乡总是先想起敦厚勤劳的父老是他们朝夕耕耘在黄土地上种出了我们赖以生存的米粮每当想起家乡便想起慈祥白发的亲娘她常伫立在门前老榆树下朝着村口不时深情地眺望衣食父母,生身的爹娘 Whenever I think of my hometown, I always think of the hardworking and father who always cultivated them on the yellow soil to grow the rice grain that we depend on. Whenever I think of my hometown, I think of the kindred white-haired mother. She often stands in front of the old elm From time to time towards the entrance to the village looked affectionate clothing parents, born father and mother