1离开家乡那一年,我说我再也不回来了。我不想再过那种贫穷困苦的日子,再也不想听那些揪心揪肺的山曲儿了。可是离乡几十年,家乡像千万条丝线一样揪扯着我的魂灵。无论走到哪里,无论白天黑夜,我总是忘不了家乡那一块块苦涩而醉人的泥土。忘不了家门口的黄土山,忘不了房背后的黄河水。忘不了山头上蛇一般扭来扭去的古长城,忘不了风雨剥蚀的烽火台。忘不了山梁山坡山沟沟,忘不了黄河里住人的娘娘滩。还有河里的木船,还有山头上那永远也长不大的“老汉汉树”。即便是河对岸那山、那高原、那飘忽的灯光,也深深地刻在我的记忆里了。多少年多少回,我独自坐在黄 The year I left my hometown, I said I would never come back again. I do not want to live the days of poverty and poverty and never want to listen to the chaplets who are worried about pulling the lungs. However, leaving the countryside for decades, my hometown like tens of millions of thread pulling my soul. Wherever I go, day and night, I always forget the bitter and intoxicating soil of my hometown. Do not forget the door of the loess mountain, forget the yellow water behind the room. Never forget the ancient twists and turns on the mountain snake ancient Wall, wind and rain will not forget the beacon towers. Hill can not forget the hillside ditch ditch, forget the Yellow River where the empress live in the beach. There are wooden boats in the river, as well as the hill that never grow up, “Han Chinese tree.” Even on the other side of the river that mountain, that plateau, that erratic lights, but also deeply engraved in my memory. How many years back, I sit alone in yellow