只有跪下,才能听见遥远的乡音孤寂寥廓的心房,需要温暖和充实。需要倾听那秧苗拔节、知了啁啾、山泉叮咚、炊烟呢晡,以及那些熟稔滚烫的乡音,撒落在稻场上、餐桌上,呓语蹦达在暖床上。而这时,我往往就会幸福得掉下眼泪。铁轨那头,那些亲切熟悉的物象与人事,由远及近,犹如海啸,向我汹涌奔来。我被幸福淹没得不愿起身,一任膝盖牢牢钉在家的方向。 Only kneeling in order to hear the distant accent lonely boundless atrium, need warmth and enrichment. Need to listen to that seedling jointing, know the chirp, spring ding dong, smoke it, as well as those familiar with hot accent, sprinkled on the rice field, the table, whispered jump up in the warm bed. At this moment, I often feel happy to fall. The other side of the tracks, those familiar with the image and personnel, from far and near, like a tsunami, rush to me raging. I was flooded happiness reluctant to get up, kicked knees firmly in the direction of home.