故乡太小了,小到连地图上都找不到,小到只是傍晚,我的乡亲,用很土很土的湘音的呼唤。一句“狗伢子,你快回来!”——整个膀子村都听得见。小到只是深夜,祖母的一声轻轻的叹息。小到只是半夜,父亲的一声沉闷的咳嗽。小到只是母亲细细的针尖,一不小心,就扎破了的手指,让我痛好多天。风吹故乡。落叶萧萧。千里之外,我看到大哥驼着背,喘着粗气,正学着父亲低低地咳嗽,不停抽着旱烟。 Hometown is too small, small and can not even find the map, as small as the evening, my folks, with a very soil of Xiang sound call. A sentence “dog prickly heat, you come back! ” - hear the whole arm village. Little is just late at night, grandmother sigh softly. As small as midnight, his father’s dull cough. As small as the mother’s small tip, accidentally, punctured fingers, let me pain for many days. Wind blowing hometown. Deciduous rustling. Thousands of miles away, I saw the big brother camel back, gasping, learning to cough his father low, kept pumping Hanbi.