当冰冷的城市被喧嚣的车鸣笼罩,当夹在陌生的面孔中无法呼吸,当阴郁的天空不再晴朗,我便有了一种迫切的心情——回到故乡。回到故乡,每当黎明来临,柔和的光线一瞬间飘进了狭小的院落,静静地照在苍老的瓦片上,照在碎布缝的沙包上,温暖着儿时的欢乐。远处,一只啄木鸟敏捷地飞上了苍老的榆木树干,偏侧着脑袋,挥动着尖利的喙,啄下几片枯死的树皮,梆梆的声响回荡在清晨微凉的空气中。回到故乡,等候午后的暖阳照耀闲暇的时光, When the icy city was shrouded in hustle and bustle, I could not breathe in my strange face, and when the gloomy sky was no longer sunny, I had a burning urgency to return to my hometown. Returning to my hometown, whenever the dawn comes, the soft light floats into a small courtyard in a flash, shines quietly on the old tiles, shines on the sandbags of the rags, and warmth the joy of childhood. In the distance, a woodpecker swiftly flew over the old elm tree trunks, tilted his head, waved sharp beaks, pecked off a few dead barks, and the sound of the murmur echoed in the cool, early morning air. Back home, waiting for afternoon warm sun shining leisure time,