迎着故乡的落日,迈着轻快的步伐,走进这片熟悉的土地。依然是野花芬芳,只是弯弯曲曲的羊肠小道早已挺直了它饱经风霜的身躯,小桥边的古老木屋无人居住,只是空景一处,踏着屋后的青石台阶,慢慢走进这片曾经的乐土,我躺在柔软的青草上,嗅着早已随着晨雾消失的露珠的余香,风吹过一座又一座的山岗,由青转黄的玉米地荡起层层波浪,我听见大地在低唱,天空中的白云悠闲地从我眼前飘过,天边的红霞不断变幻着脸庞,慢慢坐起身,任风儿轻抚发丝,夕阳透过发丝的缝 Greeting the hometown of the setting sun, marching light pace, into this familiar land. Still fragrant wildflowers, but winding winding trail has long straightened its weather-beaten body, a small bridge side of the old wooden houses uninhabited, but the empty scene, marching house behind the bluestone steps, slowly into this piece Once paradise, I lay on the soft grass, sniffing the fragrance of dew that has disappeared with the morning mist, the wind and the hills one after another, from the blue and yellow corn swirling layers of waves, I I heard the earth singing, the sky in the clouds drifting leisurely from my eyes, the horizon of Hongxia constantly changing face, slowly sat up, let the wind stroking the hair, the sunset through the hair seam