家家的影子揣在胸口 ,在异乡的土地上竟不失落。记忆 ,被探拭得一尘不染 ,亮晶晶地悬挂于思乡的梦中 ,而床头珍藏的那张全家福呵 ,早已被思念抚摩得镫亮。许多与家有关的诗歌堆积在路上 ,走四方的脚步与心一起隐隐生痛 ,离得太远了 ,执著的家依然在心中念念不忘……年年月月 ,? The shadow of every family hides in the chest, actually does not lose in the foreign land. Memory, was swabbed spotlessly, sparkling suspense hanging in the dream, and the bedside collection that family portrait of Oh, has long been thought of stroke shining. Many home-related poetry piled up on the road, taking the four steps along with the heart faint pain and suffering, too far away, persistent home still in my heart never forget ... ... years, months?