家,好一个温暖的字眼。回家,这两个字,对于多数人来说,更是一种难以抵挡的诱惑。因为它能勾起我脑海里曾不断闪现过的回家念头,到家时的欣喜,在家时的温馨,离家时的不舍……写这篇文字时,我正在老家一间属于自己的屋子里,四壁高立,只身一人,伏案而坐。窗内是半壁光亮、半壁暗淡,窗外是朦胧街灯,透着夜幕伏在我的案头。耳边还能听到牛羊狗叫、鸭鹅鸡鸣,虽已近深夜,可却并不妨碍院后的这些生灵们,也许这个时候才是它们最欢乐最惬意的时候了。想到这 Home, a warm word. Go home, these two words, for most people, it is an irresistible temptation. Because it can bring back my thoughts that I have been flashing in my mind, the joy of coming home, the warmth at home and the time of leaving home ... At the time of writing, I was in my own home Inside, tall walls, one person alone, sitting on his desk. The window is half bright, half dim, the window is dim street lights, reveals the night in my desk. Ear can hear the sheep and sheep dogs, duck and goose crowing, although nearly late at night, but did not interfere with these creatures behind the hospital, perhaps this time is their most joyful and agreeable time. Think of it