曾经看过一篇关于家乡的文章,文章的题目记不得了,只记得里面的一些话——“故乡是一种容器,故乡是收藏我们童年哭声的地方,一石一础,一草一叶,井栏树冠,那都是我们的见证,那里勾留了我们的年轮……没有故乡的人,没有根基,没有身世。”其中还有一句话让我琢磨了很久,“一个人不能没有灵魂。”我最终的理解是,一个人不能没有心灵的寄托,失去了寄托,心灵便好像没有了归宿一般, Have seen an article about hometown, the title of the article remembered, just remember some of the words - “Hometown is a container, hometown is the place to collect our childhood cry, a stone, a grass Leaves, the canopy of canopy, it is our testimony, where our annual ring has been detained ... ... no hometown people, there is no foundation, no life experience. ”“ There is another sentence for me to ponder for a long time, ”a person Can not have no soul. "My ultimate understanding is that a person can not without the sustenance of the soul, lost sustenance, the heart seems to have no end of the general,