“ grows at the foreign land of vast boundless and indistinct, turn one's head still sees birthplace moon …” now and then listen to classmates listen sings this song, listen reach this, be stupefied in the heart, nuo, this reminds me to want to return the old home that half an year did not put in 's charge.
“生长于苍茫茫的异乡，回首依然望见故乡月亮…”偶尔听同学们聆唱此歌，听及此句，心中一愣，喏，这倒提醒我要回半年未归的老家一趟。
The person inside ” of “ bun car pile wear, squeeze the person is suffocatively come. I am holding travelling bag in the arms, crowded sit in the position that relies on a window, the car goes to stop travel stopping the ground to be in road putting in countryside 's charge, I consider these people that get off, also cherish certainly in the heart endless to birthplace be sentimentally attached to and ardent yearning, look at the scenery that flits outside the window, be like the feeling that has ” of “ time passes and the situation has changed. My ignore becomes aware absentminded, fear to come long-unseen birthplace, the poor pool that is afraid of those an alien land and misfortune appear in my native land. During just when I am immersed in,brooding, the straightforward voice that the driver uses sex of northwest fellow mark pullbacked me reality: “ boy, arrived! ”
“小面包车”内的人一层摞着一层，挤得人喘不过气来。我抱着行囊，挤坐在靠窗户的位置，车子走走停停地行驶在归乡途中，我想这些下车的人，心中一定也怀着对故乡无尽的眷恋和殷切的向往，看着窗外掠过的风景，似有“时过境迁”之感。我忽觉恍惚，害怕到来久违故乡，怕那些他乡的差池与变故出现在我的故土。正当我陷入沉思之际，司机用西北汉子标志性的粗犷嗓音将我拉回了现实：“小伙子，到了！”
Had paid cash, my face about walks into dirt to rise the village head path that coil, see solid wheat is tightened on wheat field pile, neighbour home spends a cat dowdily, taking the old man of tobacco card games, the heart that I am hanging eventually be born, my birthplace or that remembers medium about, the reinforced concrete in doing not have a city in that way aggressive, it is that kind of tenderness as before, that kind of simple and unadorned, the fireworks that is full of sureness making a person is angry. But the feeling that content is person blame or light ground emerge mind, when be different from childhood, the young associate on the street also is reading to the county along with parents, the old man that there is tobacco to playing a card on the street also is those people that stop me to play no longer, also do not have be mixed with them again, and grandfather, grandma also left me before 78 years. I push the long native place entrance door that locked up half an year closely, the dust on the grandfather on wipe table and grandma photograph, wick on sweet, look at black smoke to go up continuously, my end removes photograph muse, think memory has their face hard, can have hazy outline only, I want run to they, run more however more far, the form that looks at them disappears in the end of the line of sight, eventually, dim figure became full marks / one is nodded, I had answered a god to come, sweet oneself lights ashes.
付过钱，我转身走进灰尘腾卷的村头小路，看见麦场上紧实的麦摞，邻居家懒散的花猫，抽着旱烟打牌的老汉，我悬着的心终于落地了，我的故乡还是那个记忆中的模样，没有城市中钢筋水泥那样咄咄逼人，依旧是那般温柔，那般朴质，充满着令人踏实的烟火气。但物是人非的感觉还是淡淡地涌上心头，不同于孩提时，街上的小伙伴也都在随父母到县城读书去了，街上抽着旱烟打着牌的老汉也不再是逗我玩的那些人，也再和他们没有交集了，而爷爷、奶奶也都在七八年前离开了我。我推开紧锁了半年之久的老家大门，拭去桌子上爷爷和奶奶照片上的尘土，上一炷香，看着青烟直上，我端起照片仔细端详，想努力回忆起他们的面孔，可只有朦胧的轮廓，我想要跑向他们，却愈跑愈远，看着他们的身影消失在视线的尽头，终于，模糊的身影变成了满分/一个点，我回过神来，香己燃烬。
I come to 3 grandfathers home, 3 grandfathers are mixed as before same before, ground of sootiness fire burn is boiling tea of coal tub canister, affectionate ground entertains me to sit to savour that to endure the hardship that presented his one's early years it seems that, the jet tea soup that ability coagulates, it is the old man of years of that full classics as before, no less than each wherefrom time is travel-stained the old person that takes, he relates those stories that go already to me, an autumn water is like calmly on the face, resembling is the thing that be in those who narrate others and is not oneself, presumably at the outset may not also this are so simple, use up attack by surprise to bring hoarse voice slightly in the old person however now in. Have gone through vicissitudes of life, make the same score calm again however static, changed how many billows trickling sluggishly brooklet, this is like as one used to do not seek fame and wealth gave me trifling console leisurely, when the smoke from kitchen chimneys of every family twists, I sit on the little bridge of riverside alone, see ambitious of smoke from kitchen chimneys, see a brook flow to distance, look hum move the old man that Shaanxi opera puts in the home 's charge. Of countryside of aureate rippling wheat hereat smile happily, chan of river water Chan is the lingering sound of birthplace.
我来到三爷爷家，三爷爷依旧和以前一样，烟熏火燎地熬着罐罐茶，亲热的地招待我坐下去品味那似乎熬进了他早年的苦难，才能凝得的墨黑的茶汤，依旧是那个饱经岁月的老汉，正如每一个从那个年代风尘仆仆走来的老人，他向我讲述那些早已过去的故事，脸上平静的如一泓秋水，像是在叙述别人的而不是自身的事情，想来当初未必也该如此简单，而今却尽掩在老人略带沙哑的嗓音里了。历尽沧桑，却又平平静静，把多少波澜都化作了涓涓细流，这一如往常的淡泊从容给予了我些许藉慰，当家家户户的炊烟拧成一股时，我独自一人坐在河畔的小桥上，看炊烟枭枭，看小河流向远方，看哼着秦腔归家的老汉。金色的麦浪是故乡的欢颜，河水潺潺是故乡的余音。
Ah! My home did not run, she still is a loving mother, she opens wide the loafer that mother of mind take sb in puts in countryside 's charge, no matter your positional discretion, poor or rich, fall when you fetch, she not plan past grudge, to child you are written down in comfort at first check, when your riches and honour, she never seeks get one's own back, however still rearward supports silently with attention, those who give you to take is endless, those who use not the dynamical source of exhaust.
啊！我的故乡没有变，她依然是一位慈母，她敞开胸襟收留母一个归乡的浪子，无论你的地位高低，贫穷或富有，当你落魂，她不计前嫌，给子你记中最初的慰稽，当你富贵，她从不求回报，却仍然在背后默默地支持与关注，给予你取之不尽，用之不竭的动力源泉。
Where is the home? The place that gives birth to you is the home, because of such, birthplace also is called by affectionately " of “ native place, the person that this is each love home cuts ceaseless friendly feelings, the culture kissing affection that is with twisted roots and gnarled branches-complicated and difficult to deal with is traditional, be this kind of predestined relationship source like blood, just formed the attaching with true to birthplace children of an ancient name for China and strong feeling, make China children heart medium have a root, to realize life value, important task of the powerful nation that finish, can hardheaded, there is a ground to do it in the heart indefatigable struggle!
家在哪儿？生你的地方就是家，正因如此，故乡也被亲切地称为“老家"，这是每一个爱家的人割不断的情谊，是盘根错节的亲情文化传统，正是这种像血一样的缘源，才构成了华夏儿女对故乡真挚的依恋与浓情，让中华儿女心中有根，为了实现人生价值，完成强国重任，能够脚踏实地，心中有根地为之不懈奋斗！
Birthplace, as before.
故乡，依旧。(文/李璇)