午夜时分,在异乡陌生的梦里,我回到了故乡。我梦到了母亲,她斜倚着门前的垂柳,顺着一江春水遥望远方,望眼欲穿。梦醒后在无边的黑暗里坐起来,握紧回家的车票。终于回来,已是深秋时候。眼前一条条熟悉的街巷纵横交错,轮廓铅 At midnight, in a strange dream, I went back to my hometown. I dreamed of her mother, she leaning against the weeping willow in front of the river, looking down into the distance along a river spring. Wake up in the darkness to sit up, clenched home tickets. Finally come back, it is late autumn. In front of a familiar street criss-cross, outline lead