哇哇落地的声音,是生命长根的声音。从此,根就不停止滋养骨血。那根,就是家园,值得一生坚守。金窝银窝,比不上自家狗窝——小时候,爷爷这样嘱咐,长大了却总想远离家。久居闹市,总是在繁华中痴恋那间茅草土坯房,原生态才更有滋味,才养精气神。有根的人,灵魂永远不会漂泊。家,深入山林与枯庙相伴。斑驳,熏黑,不尽的香火念念有词…… Wah-wah landing voice, is the voice of the root of life. Since then, the root does not stop nourishing bone blood. That root, is home, worth living stick. Gold nest silver nest, not as good as their own kennel - a child, my grandfather asked, grew up but always want to stay away from home. Living in the downtown area, always in the bustling love that Thatch adobe room, the original ecology is even more taste, only to raise the spirit of God. People who have roots, the soul will never wander. Home, in-depth forest and accompanied by the temple. Mottled, blackened, endless incense remembered ......