“早晨下田露水多,点点露水润麦苗啊……”雾霭沉沉,风染烟岚,夕阳迫近地平线。灯笼近处,杨柳树旁,家乡民歌《杨柳青》的曲调慢慢流淌。我在想,如果不离开家乡,我是否能传承爷爷的梦想呢?儿时,我和伙伴明乐坐在台阶上,听着爷爷弹唱起《拔根芦柴花》:“我呀就的来了,拔根(的)芦柴花……”这是爷爷辈广为传唱 “Dew morning dew, a little dew moist malt ah ... ” heavy fog, wind-dyed smoke Lan, the sunset approaching the horizon. Near the lantern, willow tree next to the hometown folk song “Willow Green” melody slowly flowing. I was wondering if I could inherit my grandfather’s dream without leaving my hometown. When I was young, my partner Mingle sat down on the steps and listened to my grandfather singing “Puchi Reed Flower”: “I’ll Come, pull root (s) Lu Chai ... ... ”This is my grandfather generation widely sung