一日子渐渐显得宽绰的时候,我离开故乡已有二十三年了。往事如烟,总在不经意之间,弥漫在无数个梦乡。我竟有些想故乡了!那个令我五味杂陈的寒索小木屋,是我梦开始的地方,曾经藏着我当年许多鲜为人知的记忆,如今梦已成真,而小木屋已经荡然无存了。故乡有个很文气的名称:琴棋。让人很容易联想到一个词语:琴棋书画。其实那只是桂西北绵绵大山里的一个小小垌场而已,登上山巅,便可望见雄浑壮美的红水河蜿蜒而 It was twenty-three years since I left my hometown when I became generous day by day. Past events such as smoke, always inadvertently, filled in countless dreams. I actually had some of my hometown! That makes me a mixed bag of cold whiskers, is where my dream started, I had hidden many of the little-known memories of the year, and now the dream has come true, and the cabin has gone Saved. Hometown has a very temperamental name: piano. People can easily think of a word: poetry and painting. In fact, it is only a small hill in the rolling hills of western Guangxi. It is on the top of the mountain that the powerful Hongshui River winds its way