去不了的地方叫远方回不去的地方叫故乡——手足故乡对我来说,就是和父母一起居住的大院子,院子里有高高的葡萄架,繁茂的果树,还有一大片菜畦,周围种着海娜花、刺玫和大丽花,围墙上爬着啤酒花的藤蔓。早上,母亲煮好热气腾腾的奶茶,遇着下雪天,父亲就煮上一锅牛骨头汤为我们驱寒。那时候,下雨我们从来不打伞,父母也不坚持要我们带伞加衣服,总说孩子还是皮实点好。赶巴扎时,四口人只有一辆自行车,车把上,捎架上都是物件,一家人喜气洋洋地跟着车轱辘步行。晚上的星星很繁密 The place where we can not go is called the hometown where we can not go back. The hometown of our hands and feet is, for me, the big yard that we live with our parents. There are tall grapevines, lush fruit trees, Haina flowers, thorns and dahlia, hops on the walls. In the morning, my mother cooks steaming tea in a snowy day. My father cooks a pot of bovine bone soup for our cold. At that time, we never rain umbrella, parents do not insist that we should bring an umbrella plus clothes, always said that the child is still a solid leather point. Bazaar bazaar, four people only one bike, the handlebar, the frame are all objects, the family beaming followed the car wheel walk. The stars are very dense at night